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Friday, September 23, 2005

2nd Official Day of Autumn

I got up around 5am this morning. I told my uncle that I was going to accompany him to the immigration office to see about his green card. Plus, I didn't want anyone to give him any shit b/c he's foreign. Some ppl here can really be A**holes to ppl that are not from this country.
Case and Point We were on the train, which I must admit I have not been on in a while and sure don't miss it. Its around a quarter to 8, so its pretty crowded with morning rush hour occurring. Anyway, I'm holding on to one of the poles and my uncle is holding on to the pole adjacent to mine in front of some "Wall Street Jerk". Him and his buddy are talking loud like the rest of the train gives a damn about their conversation.
{I'm blocking them out by singing over and over the lyrics to pt of this Full Attention song I got in my head.}
So about 20 mins into the ride the "Wall Street Jerk" say to his friend, "I hate when the trains are crowded, its not that I'm claustrophobic but I hate when ppl are all on top of me."
{At this point I've repositioned my hand on this pole so many times I couldn't wait to use my hand sanitizer.}

So when I heard his comment I looked over my shoulder and this A**hole was talking about my uncle. My uncle is a tall guy, with board shoulder, but humble. I made eye contact with my uncle and looked to see how much "personal space" on a public train my uncle was invading for this man. Calm down, it was not that serious. I'm cool. I'm thinking well its a crowded train, and "Wall Street Jerk" is a little agitated and venting so I DIGRESS.
{I actually started to laugh in my head a lil, b/c he was acting like a lil bitch, with this "don't molest me anyone dad" look on his face as he put his all against the train door. Repositioning himself and trying to put his shoulder in my uncles back }

Then "Wall Street Jerk" continues with, "Man, I can't take this and he stinks to". STARTING TO BOIL What fucking nerve!!!! Yes I'm using fucking....that how pissed off I was. So now, I turn towards "Wall Street Jerk" because I want to see the insensitive A** hole that had balls to say that. If you would of saw this man's suit. It was like a Junior Girl Scout uniform blue, with a lint job that a washing machine couldn't be faulted for. I thought a man that walks out of his house looking like that doesn't respect himself, how tacky and tasteless he looked, but wanted to talk about someone else - LOSER.
{I wanted to say, "Dude, I don't think your suit mines that much." Like whatever he was so called smelling would do more damage to his suit. I DON'T THINK SO!}

Since my uncle and I was not talking on the train b/c of the lil distance between us, "Wall Street Jerk" didn't know I was with him. When the the train doors opened at the next stop, "'Wall Street Jerk" and I made contact and he grinned... I smirked

BOIL STARTING TO SETTLE - Me: Didn't know if you happened to notice but your on a crowded train
"Wall Street Jerk" : Smiling....yeah, but.......It doesn't........
BOIL SETTLED - Me: It's a crowded train. Chill out.

................................EYE CONTACT BROKEN......................................

Me: [mumbled, but loud enough to hear] JERK! OR A**!
(can't remember which one I used, but it was still effective, and turned back around toward my diseased infested pole)

After my uncle and I finished taking care of his business, my plan was to take say goodbye and go and take some pictures of the Brooklyn Bridge. As that I would walk across it since I have not done that in so long. The last time I crossed the Brooklyn Bridge was when I did my last MS-Walk a couple of years ago, but so much was going on that I just wanted to go home and go food shopping.
MORAL: Don't mess with anyone in my family, even if I don't care for them to much.... don't mess with them, b/c you will CROSS VERA AND EDITH in me. I don't play that. I may not get all ignorant on your ass, but I won't let you treat them like their nothing.

~I still digress.
A lil laugh......I sanitized my hands a total of 3x during the entire trip and gave them a good washing as soon as I got home.

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