Crazy Train

 I had this long detailed note typed out about how times square wasted an hour of my life and how I must have read too many Jaqueline Susann novels because I go into unnecessary detail all of the time (like now) but my phone deleted it so here is a shorter version.

I get on the 741 train to L.I. which happens to be a ghetto Harlem line train instead of the usual nice new LIRR train.  I sit down and I realize too late that I've made a huge mistake. A big blonde woman (about 50 or 60) walks onto the train followed by a thinner blonde (about 30 or 40) trailed by two kids. The thinner blonde woman starts yelling at the big blonde woman who turns out to be her mother. "What the hell. Why did you move? I have this big suitcase. What the hell is wrong with you your such a bitch I wouldn't do that to you. Now where am I supposed to put my suitcase. What is your problem Mom?" She turns to random passengers "You care if I put my suitcase here?" She doesn't wait for a response. "what is your problem" she continues to yell, and then she starts yelling at her kids. Meanwhile the mom, who has chosen to sit next to me, is whispering to herself "leave me alone, just leave me alone." over and over. I got the feeling she was just like one of the quite kids in school that everyone picks on and then they go crazy and shoot up the school. I was a little scared. So I call Avery and pray that she answers the phone. She doesn't but she calls me right back and I answer the phone in an excuse to exit the car and proceed to the next one down.

So I get to the next car, sit down and happen to glance over at the passenger who has pulled out a flask and is pouring liquor into his coffee mug. Hey, pass me the mug.