With this thought in mind I realized that I am not the only one with my life a little hectic right now. I mean look at the world, we'll start with the Great United States of America. The land of the free, the home of the brave, the country that is financially unstable with a bleak future that looks to be heading no where but for a fast downward spiral. I mean it sounds easy right? I don't know economics, but I don't see how spending $700 Billion dollars of the people's money is good for anyone...
With the money problem aside (Does all my posts have to be about money?), there are crazier problems out there. The world just isn't stable. Global Warming, hurricanes, Tsunamis, tornadoes and the dreaded El Nino!!! This "Natural" disasters are wiping out parts of the world in record fashion. We should have all our focus on helping aid the fallen, but we aren't...
We fight Terrorism. Which should be done rightfully so, but how exactly can we fight it? What does it look like? It's got to be middle eastern right? Wrong...it's American, too. It's everywhere. We can't just pinpoint it down to one country. It would be easy to say, but there are a lot people that need to their minds changed, because it's an ideal in their head that they deeply believe in. They need their heads checked, which brings me to my story of the day...
It's a story about a fascinating creature I watched, from a safe distance and couldn't possibly understand what was going through her mind.
I ride the train a lot, due to the internship I go to is located an hour and a half from my town in Connecticut. New York, it's a strange place and many strange, strange people flock to this great city. The homeless will do outlandish things in broad day light, families come from all over the world to block the sidewalks as they look up at every towering building, because they have never seen a 100 story building before, jeez...
Well it's one thing to just pass a stranger on the street, but it is another thing to sit near one for 90 minutes on a train. It's crazy and the people can get crazy. One in particular caught my eye, well...she caught every ones' eye from her erratic behavior. Picture a woman with long, blond hair siting on a train. Now picture her with hair 4 feet long past her oddly shaped bottom with a face that could be the Wicked Witch of the West's evil sister. We'll call her the Wicked Witch of the Far, Far North because I think only the far north produces creatures like this.
So I'm sitting in my seat and look up at the Wicked Witch of the Far, Far North which is possible because on the train some seats face in different ways making it possible to sometimes look at people face to face. I was further back from the beast so I just laugh to myself when I see the travel gear she brought for the ride. 5 big plastic grocery bags, all twisted and contorted in your badly in need of a manicure finger nails. I laugh and look down at my Ipod to see what song is next. (The new TV on the Radio is playing if you must know...and yes it's a masterpiece)
Anyway, I quickly jump out of my seat when I hear a blood curdling scream from in front of me. Now I have never heard anyone scream on a train, but when she did crazy thoughts come to my head, all bad. The Witch dropped her grapes. Oh dear. The passengers around me look up and see that everything is aright and things go back to normal. Well the Witch wasn't done with the grapes...She proceeded to pull out chips, a foot long subway grinder, and carrot cake and down it all in record time. Now it's normal to eat on the train a small snack, so you don't disturb your neighbors. This Witch obviously didn't realize that when she pulled out a half pint of Ice Cream....Ice Cream? Wait your telling me after half hour has passed of you eating, you had ice cream in there? Incredible.
So after she slobbered that down and sat in her seat braiding her hair like a good little pony. She starts blowing her nose in tissues and leaving them on the ground. Slobbering snot pores from what it looks like every hole onto tissues that are then tossed to the floor. People try to walk by, but realize it's best if they just avoid any contact to begin with. It's a great plan. Except it's my stop. I have to walk past the Wicked Witch of the Far Far North in order to leave.
I see the tissues. I can maneuver my way past her I can. Shoot! Why did I wear my size 14 shoes today? It's going to be harder than I thought. I put on my backpack, turn my music up and prepare myself for the journey. A pretty, young lady to my right motions to me as I stand and I smile to her. Yeah, she likes me. No time for that, I must battle these evil forces. With my eye on the prize I map my steps around the tissue mound up ahead. I take my first step and suddenly my foot gives out from under me. I'm falling and fast. Do I fall backwards risk damaging my precious brain? Not a good idea. Do I fall to the left or right? Not an option...or my 6 foot 5 frame could crush the unsuspecting bystanders to the left and right.
So I make my way to fall forward, to catch myself. But something else is about to catch my fall. The tissues. I gag at the thought and manage to roll with only my shoulder briefly coming in contact. With no real damage done to my shoulder I look down and see what had tripped me up. One lonely, green, little grape. The Wicked Witch of the Far Far North tried to take me down. I didn't let that happen. I then look over at the pretty, young lady and she stares back with a look of "I told you there was a grape on the ground and that you should watch out" kind of look. Yeah, Thanks. While catching my breath from the fierce battle and with the train doors opening up I muster one last word of advice to the Wicked Witch of the Far, Far North....
Get Your Act Together...
