Drunk

There was a young girl falling-down drunk. Asks me 3 times at the platform if this one is headed the way she needs to go. I say three times that it is. She says thank you, sir.

Sir.

Then she sits down and falls asleep. Being nice, I woke her up when the train was arriving. She slurred another thank you and got on and passed out in a seat.

We entered the tunnel and a fare inspector got on. In the tunnel.  This other girl pulls out her phone to use the ticket app that TriMet provides, and of course since we are 160 feet underground there is no signal. She can't connect. At least he waited until we exited before demanding proof from her. 

Now there is an older lady who only has a one-word vocabulary at the other end of the train just saying every incarnation of the F-word known to man. It's mildly amusing but starting to get old.

Almost home. Wee!