Canes

The area on the train set aside for the disabled is filled by people with canes. Me and six others all wielding weapons of curled doom. Little rubber ferrules of death. I half expect an epic fight to breakout Jason Statham-style with lots of bashed crotches and broken elbows. 

Sometimes I like crazy people. They talk to the air as if anyone was listening. We a hear, but are not listening. She likes peoples jackets and hairstyles, she has a migraine, and is on her way to see her payee to get money. She thinks she has food poisoning.. which is about when I jammed my headphones into my ears, with extra thumb pressure. She is too disjointed to be interesting.