Yeah, yeah, yeah. It is I, the overly observant one. The number of occurrences, sightings, experiences and everything else under the sun that has taken place are infinite, yet yearning for a proverbial "word". Since the explosion of other social media platforms, the love for a small, nonsensical, blog discussing the impishly outrageous sights crossing my path, have wilted to almost nothing. But alas, I received two blast from the past phone calls reminding me of this precious nugget of solace, the blog. Now, back to the original programming....
I'm back to tell you, the secretly crazy folks wearing the little tin-foil hats are out. They are rude, prude and ignorant, dude! They are out here spewing conspiracy theories wherever they can find an unoccupied earhole. As I reserve the right to mind my business, these BS barkers regularly put me in the position to place them in the forefront of today's discussion. The anti-masker.
So, a particularly odd man swayed up to us on the train, grabbed the pole with the strength of a frat boy on his 10th shot and proceeded to ramble on about everything from his apartment to current events. Not a single sentence was cohesive. With a mix of clean and ragged apparel, I figured this guy was an "eccentric" conspiracy theorist. This was one issue, but his well-worn, dingy, disposable mask was loosely draped across his bottom lip. We repositioned ourselves to avoid the direct path of his droplets du jour. Avoiding full on confrontation is my main goal, but this was begging to be Sophie's damn Choice here! So, the non-verbal stance was my choice move.... I adjusted my shield and tilted my head in a manner so aggressive, he likely thought I was going to ram his face. Then I sealed the deal. I pulled out a medical-grade sanitizing spray to please the airspace between us and my hands. Miraculously, his stop had come and this urchin was gone as quickly as he wobbled his way into our discussion. I tell you, this place never leaves a moment to digress. Until the next time....
