Yesterday I read about Drier's run in with a crazy lady on his blog, and on the way home I got an encounter of my own!
Interesting, no?
I was standing on the platform at the Five Points station, reading my book and waiting for my train to arrive. From out of nowhere this heavy-set, dark-haired lady is standing in front of me. She has - maybe - six teeth in her head and the runny eyes of someone that doesn't get much sleep. She gives me a shy grin and says,
"I'm from parts of Alabama but am mumble mumble mumble, so could you loan me a dollar?"
I said, "Sorry. I don't have any cash on me. I used it all at lunch today."
She said, "Oh that's OK. I just love the popcorn they sell at Five Points (she starts rubbing her tummy) and it would be tasty. I'm a little hungry. I met this son. of. a. bitch. and he is staying at my house. That's why I'm here (she swings her arms out pointing around the station). That sum-bitch brings all his women parading in my house and I swear I'm gonna put his ass in jail. mumble mumble mumble Don't you like popcorn? Yeah, that sum-bitch needs to go to jail and I'm gonna put him there. mumble mumble mumble "
She is getting all agitated and I'm thinking "Oh Lord... I hope the MARTA police are around somewhere. If she starts thinking I'm one of the sum-bitch's women I am in a heap of trouble."
Luckily, she got the whiff of that popcorn (which I've never seen a vendor at this station) and moved on to try to get a dollar from someone else.
I love riding the train!
I'm doing weird things with my banana.
4 years ago
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I think there is a song...
Ride the tra-a-aan, ride the train!
Go Marni. When I was there, why didn't I ride the train and then have you come and pick me up? Of course, I probably wouldn't have done that then. I wasn't positive you weren't the Crazy Lady.
but, now I know...
tra-a-ain, that is. dang it.
LOL. Those people usually gravitate towards me and/or Kayla. Well, Shawn too, in all honesty.
He once gave a homeless pregnant girl bus fare (b/c her snotty nose was running and she was crying and giving him her life story at the bus stop) and now, every time she sees him, she runs over and hugs him or updates him on the baby daddy.
Then again, what can I say? We found each other :)
omg how funny is that...what a nut she sounds like. I have been on a bit of a break from blogging..hope ya don't mind if I sit a spell and catch up on what I have missed...
I would have said, "I feel for you, honey. Let me ask you, does he beat the shit out of you like I am going to do if you don't get out of my face?"
we have the drunk indians come into town, and stay.
Casino indians, not slurpy indians. hehehehe
We live right next to the navajo reservation (like 1/4 mile) So since they can't have booze on the res, they come to town, spend their check and sleep in the park, or behind circle K.
They walk up to you drunk as a skunk and dirty. And say they need some gas in their car to get back home, can they have a dollar.
Ummmmm...no
This makes me all the happier I only have to deal with looking at the crazies from behind the steering wheel of my locked car.
Oh the lovely train! I used to ride it to school, and had some lovely experiences in the same Five Points Station! I think I prefer the crazy people that rant and rave over the ones that stare at you and say nothing!!!
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