June 1, 9:30 pm, Brown Line

I was riding home with my friends A and B after class. We're all law students, and A was telling B about closing statements he had heard in court earlier that week, when a kid behind them asked, "are you a lawyer?"

A: no I'm a law student and I can't really give advice
kid: can I ask you a question?
A: is it about you or one of your friends?
kid: no, it's just a hypothetical... what happens if you get caught for selling pot, but instead of pot it's really oregano?

I didn't really hear much of the conversation after that, but A spent the next two stops before we got off listening to this kid's "hypotheticals".... yeah people suck

Overheard by a friend at school

This girl is riding a train and this guy going on about the white devil, and shouting about the cracker...

she looks around and she's the only Caucasian on the train... So she's gotta be the cracker, right? So he keeps going on about sending the white devil back to hell, and how oh it's okay b/c we've got Obama, and he's black, and we've got Kennedy and he's black b/c he got shot in the head and Clinton is black because of his sex scandal etc., and burn the white devil back to hell. So then she smells rubbing alcohol, and the floor is COVERED in it. So she's panicking, afraid that the crackhead is going to try to light her on fire.

But then he splashed alcohol on the guy behind him, and they got him to calm down enough that she could get up and get off the train.

Wow. Just wow.

Red line, 9pm

Riding the train home from class. There's some sort of soda bottle rolling around on the floor. A clearly homeless guy wanders over, dumps out the contents of the bottle, then puts it back on the floor, letting it roll around clearly, and soaking everyone's shoes.

April 16, noon, Red Line

Riding the train home from doing a favor from my friend, when a guy who had decided to perfume himself with a healthy dose of pot got on. Everyone moved away from him.

Red line, some point in the past

From my friend N,

Guy got off the train, then before the train moved away, he stared at me and pulled out his junk. Classy.

Red Line, couple of weeks ago, 9pm

Riding the L with a girl friend and a guy friend, talking about a guy friend who wasn't there. This old lady who kept bumping into me mumbled at us, and when we asked her what she said, she asked if he was our boyfriend and how we managed our career and personal life. I just stared at her until I got off the train.

More TFLN

(216):
let's bang
(773):
You're in my phone as 'Weird Bus Guy' so I think my answer's no.