Monday, June 05, 2006 I was recently on a train, and this is what I typed
Oh, look. Some other douche on the train has his laptop out. That’s fun. We are a mutual douche society. His laptop computer is not as nice as mine, which I assume means that his father is not as generous or as wealthy. Perhaps his father is dead. That is sad. I should not have called him a douche if he is an orphan.
It only means “shower” in Spanish, though, and really, that is not so bad.
He is doing a power point. I have already done mine.
A little earlier in the evening, a man on a Nextel learned that a young lady of his acquaintance had become pregnant. The father was “some guy [she] used to talk to.” I would’ve only heard half the conversation punctuated by crackling, but the man who was in the process of hearing a surprise repeated everything she said incredulously and at a high volume. The train was sitting in Union Station in DC for a two-hour layover, and the man and I were in the only people still on board. He was sitting one row up from me on the other side, and there was not even the noise of the engines to prevent me from hearing every word.
Honestly, though, I was less surprised than he was. When she told him she had something to say that she couldn’t say over the phone, because it would change everything, and he began to say that, no, no, she could tell him, that’s when I figured it out.
A woman just came and sat in front of me and huffily reclined her seat. There are maybe ten people on this train car. I hate her. Can you hear me typing this? I hate you. posted by Frenz | 6/05/2006 03:57:00 PM
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