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Okay, it’s not the same as band camp girl in American Pie. But that’s okay. Anyway, I was on the Q local heading home, when this guy get on the train and starts preaching about God. Being from NYC, I should be really use to this. At least it wasn’t the 3 regular UHO people, who usually start of.. Good Afternoon, we are the United Homeless Organization. Seriously, if you were part of the UHO, why would you have to go on the subway pan handling for donations. Can we say SCAM.

Before, I get more side track I better continue the story. So I was leaning against the doors and reading book. And this preacher guy starts talking about how he found the light, for about 3 stations. At this point, I was really annoyed, and realize I was just not going to get any reading done on that side of the car. Then I walked over to the other side of the car. All of the suddenly, the train stops. And conductor, gets on the radio and says: “Sorry for the inconvenience, we will be moving shortly. There is a passenger dead ahead on the tracks, and we are awaiting for a police investigation.” What the hell!

I decided to take a seat because it didn’t look like we were going to move for a while. This hispanic dude who sat adjacent to me asked the guy sitting next to me, if he could see anything on the tracks. Then he started bantering with the lady next to him. At first, I thought they were a married couple. I guess not. The hispanic dude, got up and walked to the other side of the car.

Finally, I thought I was going to get some peace and quiet. Hell no! This will never happen on the train. I was hoping that it was going to be quiet enough to read my book.
All of the suddenly, the lady just started ranting about “how all she wants to do is go home, this stupid buffoon on the tracks, strangers bothering her, the Hispanic guys’ coat was touching hers… so forth and so forth.” By now, I had enough. I need to get out of this car. So I got up to try to open the door to walk into the next car. Unfortunately, I was on one the local train, and the doors for luck. Yup! This hell.

So I decided to go back to the other side of the train. It’s okay. At least the guy stopped preaching. When I walked past the hispanic guy. He asked what the lady did to me. I told him, that she started ranting like a lunatic, and that all I wanted to do was find a place to read my book. A few minutes later, they turned the power back and the train started moving again. I don’t know how I get myself into these scenarios. It’s never a boring day on the train.

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