tappa-tappa-tappa
chalk it up. i've added another annoying commuter habit to my black list.
it was a long day and i was taking the 730 train home alone. alone meaning without sarah. there were plenty of other people on the train and i was boxed in my seat by some lady who looked like she'd be a very good kindergarten teacher. i hadn't dozed off for 5 minutes before it started up. clickity-click-tappa-tappa-TAPPA. wtf? i'm on the train and it takes a lot of force to top the squeals and general hum-drum of the engine. add on the fact that i had my ipod blasting some techno music and you'll see why i was curious. i peaked over to see the seat in front of me and some lady is typing on her laptop. no laptop should have a keyboard that loud. something was suspect.
i took another peak and upon closer inspection, the "nasty ho," as i'll call her for now, had these super long fake plastic nails and was typing with her nails. whatever they were made out of seemed to resonate with the dull plastic querty. it probably didn't help that her chubby fingers weren't the most graceful and i'm sure several ENTER keys had already fallen under their weight.
eh that's just bill overreacting. he's "pissy" because he was hungry and tired and it was late. but no, i was not alone. looking around for another seat (there were none) i made eye contact with what can only be described as a reformed ali g. think of a guy who looks like ali g, but wearing normal clothes and sans the usual bling. he was actually sitting across from wolverine and was staring at her in digusted disbelief. he nodded to me in mutual understanding as if to say if you can hold her feet, i can finish her off. needless to say, we backed off and let her continue to impale her keyboard for the next 40 minutes.
i don't expect laughter or comments from anybody on this post. i just had to get that out. whew.
it was a long day and i was taking the 730 train home alone. alone meaning without sarah. there were plenty of other people on the train and i was boxed in my seat by some lady who looked like she'd be a very good kindergarten teacher. i hadn't dozed off for 5 minutes before it started up. clickity-click-tappa-tappa-TAPPA. wtf? i'm on the train and it takes a lot of force to top the squeals and general hum-drum of the engine. add on the fact that i had my ipod blasting some techno music and you'll see why i was curious. i peaked over to see the seat in front of me and some lady is typing on her laptop. no laptop should have a keyboard that loud. something was suspect.
i took another peak and upon closer inspection, the "nasty ho," as i'll call her for now, had these super long fake plastic nails and was typing with her nails. whatever they were made out of seemed to resonate with the dull plastic querty. it probably didn't help that her chubby fingers weren't the most graceful and i'm sure several ENTER keys had already fallen under their weight.
eh that's just bill overreacting. he's "pissy" because he was hungry and tired and it was late. but no, i was not alone. looking around for another seat (there were none) i made eye contact with what can only be described as a reformed ali g. think of a guy who looks like ali g, but wearing normal clothes and sans the usual bling. he was actually sitting across from wolverine and was staring at her in digusted disbelief. he nodded to me in mutual understanding as if to say if you can hold her feet, i can finish her off. needless to say, we backed off and let her continue to impale her keyboard for the next 40 minutes.
i don't expect laughter or comments from anybody on this post. i just had to get that out. whew.
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