Friday, July 29, 2005

Drama on the Train

I take the train home from my Chicago law firm to Midlothian. The train is so superior to driving to work especially with the congestion that the Chicago roads suffer. The train system is called the Metra. The Metra has a bar car in it where you can get an assortment of alcoholic beverages.
I’m not a teetotaler but I have found that drinks like tea or chocolate milk are more refreshing and a hell of a lot cheaper than beer. That doesn’t make me better than others, just more boring, I guess.
Tonight on the train, there was a group of about 12 that had just been to a Cubs game. They were feeling the glow of a victory, their camaradarie and plenty of alcohol. They were loud boisterous and scaring a few of the quieter and timid patrons off the bar car. God bless them though the conductor was so preoccupied with them that she didn’t seem to mind that I forgot my monthly ticket at the law office. They were doing Jerry Springer type chants like "show us your breasts" but more often they were just egging on couples in their group to kiss, then french, then they would chant, "Get a room, get a room!" Now hearing all that isn’t everyone’s idea of fun, but if you want peace & quiet you were free to leave the bar car. There were no fist fights, but there was some drama that there might be one, but as they say in certain parts, "No harm, no foul" No one got hurt only a few alcoholic induced shouts were made.
They were a good bunch of people, and this really hip woman named Sue who was a perfect stranger before but hung out with the group, was sweet looking and made witty remarks. One of the chants were "Sue & Vince!" as the group wanted us to sit together (we were sitting alone), but we were too reserved to do that.
I enjoyed them and after another stress filled day at work, it was nice to see where people were having some fun rather than the legal staff having long faces at the latest insult my boss lashed out.
Get this, dear reader, my boss wants to invite me and my 3 kids to a summer cook out the 1st Sunday of August. He’s been consistently dreadful so I think he’s doing it just to "blow smoke up my ass". What do you think??

1 comment:

Jen Johnson said...

meh, who cares? let him blow. But I dunno if I'd bring the kids; the boss sounds like he might not be child-friendly (or perhaps I just mean people-friendly)