My train rides are getting weirder by the day...

The other day a guy kept bragging about his dad's job & putting up their expenses on dad's job. I wanted to laugh & tell him to shut up.

Today a girl sits on her boyfriend's lap (warranted, it was a full train). She talks to two old classmates about school. They're 16 & she asks what they're studying.

Boys: "Natural science".
Girl: "Do you work with animals then?"
*Me cringes*
Boys: "Eh, no. Mainly maths & science."
Girl: "What do you become if you study that?"
Boys: "Eh, anything I want."
Girl: "Woot?! How can you be that?"

I sit & listen to them & keep thinking "How can she be this stupid??!"

Now they're done talking & the girl decides to make out with her boyfriend. I don't mind PDA, but making out in a full train with two people next to you & opposite makes it all...close. Felt sorry for the woman who got the girl's bum towards her.

So, they make out. Looooong kissing. Not overly much, but I DO see the guy's hand moving to her groin....and ehm, staying there...

Finally the other woman next to them leave & a third tells them (in a very nice manner) that "Perhaps they should keep things a bit more private".
Girl: "I do what I want. Hmpf. It's not like we're having sex."

Then ensues a discussion between the girl & woman about appropriateness. Girl **** back that it's her business etc.

Am I the only one with strange commuter encounters?

Yet one more good excuse to keep driving my jeep to work

Hmmm... Young with raging hormones, not an ounce of self esteem, sounds like a hooker in training. Hopefully one day she wakes up and finally gets things pulled together.
I use to work in the city and not a very good neighborhood at that. During my lunchtime walks, It was not uncommon to see some um... activity which one would think should be done a bit more privately. I had little kids at the time and I always wondered what happened to them to have ended up in such a miserable state. I felt great sadness for them.

Well, on the bus after the train I of course was unlucky enough to sit too close to the alcoholic guy. God he smelled & kept wanting to talk to me. Did I mention he called me "the prettiest girl on the bus" last week (duh, I was the ONLY girl around).

Claire wrote in post #2276863
Well, on the bus after the train I of course was unlucky enough to sit too close to the alcoholic guy. God he smelled & kept wanting to talk to me. Did I mention he called me "the prettiest girl on the bus" last week (duh, I was the ONLY girl around).

If he was drunk, then everybody probably looked like a girl to him

Most likely yes!

I havent had that kind of experience, but I have had a lot of late-night bus rides with those that i lovingly refer to as "the crazies". I dont know if there are any folks from Minneapolis reading this, but the #6 is a true gem starting at 2am..
personally, i would take some excessive PDA over a twitching alcoholic homeless person staring at me and my belongings..

Claire just think of it as entertainment. My trips consist of singing "The wheels on the bus" or "Old MacDonald" with my 18 month old. Fun? Yes. But day in, day out can get a little old.

In2Photos wrote in post #2277128
Claire just think of it as entertainment. My trips consist of singing "The wheels on the bus" or "Old MacDonald" with my 18 month old. Fun? Yes. But day in, day out can get a little old.

I can teach you some Swedish children's songs.

In2Photos wrote in post #2277128
My trips consist of singing "The wheels on the bus" or "Old MacDonald" with my 18 month old. Fun? Yes. But day in, day out can get a little old.

Oh man do I remember those days. For us it was a Bert and Ernie song cassette. Over and over and over and over and over again. "Bert Ernie!!! Bert Ernie!!! PLLEEEEEZZZZ" To this day whenever I hear Frank Oz's voice, I shiver.

Claire wrote in post #2277163
I can teach you some Swedish children's songs.

I don't think my daughter would understand them.:p

gjl711 wrote in post #2277165
Oh man do I remember those days. For us it was a Bert and Ernie song cassette. Over and over and over and over and over again. "Bert Ernie!!! Bert Ernie!!! PLLEEEEEZZZZ" To this day whenever I hear Frank Oz's voice, I shiver.

Luckily we don't have to listen to any CDs yet but I am sure that day is coming.:o

I had an interesting train journey.

I was travelling from Riga to Berlin on the train. I'd changed trains in Sestokai where the track gauge changes from Soviet to European. About half an hour after we passed through the Polish border at Trakizski a chap came down the corridor with an electric screwdriver and a large bag. He undid the panelling in the corridor and filled his bags with packs of cigarettes he'd been smuggling before re-fastening the panels. It took him all of 5 minutes to fill a bag with cigarettes.

On my first trip to Japan we had left the gate almost an hour late. We taxied all the way to the runway and queued up. As we got close to takeoff the pilot veered of and returned to the gate. He announced that we had to return to the gate for a bit but were not leaving the plane. Once at the gate two maintenance guys came onboard one carrying only a can of WD-40 and the other nothing. They disappeared in the back of the plane for about 20 minutes before returning once again with only the can of WD-40 in hand. We headed off and 16 hours later landed uneventfully in Tokyo. To this day I still wonder what the heck was so important that they would not take off without the repair, and somehow you would think that something that important needed more than a few squirts of WD-40 to fix.

The latch on one of the lavatory doors. Or both of them.

Jon wrote in post #2277482
The latch on one of the lavatory doors. Or both of them.

Come on, 15 hour flight... You can hold it.