Tuesday, April 1, 2008

They yelled at me, too.

This morning I rode the train with what I suspect was a car full of previously incarcerated women. I mean violent offenders. They were dressed like average ladies, some with heels and hair pulled back in buns. But when they wanted a seat, or they needed to get to the door, their faces turned completely hateful and they checked me like linebackers. I don't know how to make you understand the level of rage and brute force they displayed. I smiled when I could to soften them, but it didn't work. They growled like Rottweilers and made me get off a stop early and walk.

Don't take the 2/3 train at rush hour.

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