wtf.

Again, this literally happened yesterday.

Running down the stairs at the 181 stop, a loud boisterous voice yells towards me,

"I'm gonna fuck you up!"

Obviously shocked and scared, I turn around timidly to realize it was just the local homeless lady yelling at her imaginary enemy. Whew. I continue running, because I hear the train-a-comin', but of course the crazy lady continues.

"You keep running like that, you keep running like that...I'm gonna FUCK YOU UP!"

Shit, lady, wtf did I do to you?? I didn't steal your grocery cart full of bottles. DAMN!

So, of course, I just miss the train, because of that asshole. Once I get on the next one, I sit down to find some man across the way from me grumbling.
Side note: As much as I love having stories to tell, I could really use a day of just being ignored.

He looks at me, grumbles something under his breath about me reading a book, then hocks a loogie at me. Seriously, this loogie had some aerodynamic accuracy. It was about an inch away from my boot.

I don't know if I had sat on his imaginary friend and he was pissed, or he felt judged because I can read and he cant, but whatever the case may be...he needed to show me his anger. He pretty much continued to spit in my direction for the entire ride, but I would not be swayed. I refuse to be ran off by some crazy man with too much saliva. Once I got off the train, I shot him the foulest look I could ever give, and then decided to make a brisk exit. I wouldn't want him following me anywhere...


Ugh. Hideous.