Bags

Did you know that bags are people, too? They get really tired and sometimes need to rest. This is the only conclusion I can come to seeing a relatively full train and two people with their bags on the seat next to them.

Those poor bags. 

Also, the guy sitting in front of me has an advanced math book open on his lap. He isn't looking at it, but instead looking around to see who might be actively noticing a smart guy in-progress. 

Check me out, ladies. Integrals. Makes you hot, doesn't it?

Justified

There is an unspoken rule that the people who have waited at the train platform longest board first. They waited and should get first crack at a seat. 

I was standing waiting for the train (along with lots of other people) for a while and eventually I saw it coming. Just as it pulled in, this tiny little Asian lady approximately my age came running down the edge of the platform, cutting in front of dozens of people. I turned towards the train, my frame blocking her from getting around me, and she started yelling, "Excuse me! Excuse me!" in a thick accent trying to shove around me. 

I didn't budge, the door opened, and got on with her muttering under her breath behind me. She couldn't see the smile on my face.

Sun

When the weather is nice, there seems to be a lot more riders. This seems counter-intuitive to me since I much more want to drive on a nice day.

Also doesn't help that TriMet doesn't seem to be on the ball today. No reason to be; only a few thousand people want to get home. 

Pretty packed with a lot of odd ones. A young guy from India with a large mole on his nose just snaked a seat from an old lady and caught an earful. 

And there is a guy with a "SS" and swastika tattooed on the back of his head. That seems like an infinitely regrettable decision. Actually his entire face is inked, too. His parents sucked.

Resurrection

I suppose just after Easter is appropriate for me to start doing this again. Back by popular demand: me ranting unintelligible things!

It may be the economy or just population, but there are so many people on the train these days. Any time of day it's packed with all sorts of fun degenerates. For instance, my phone just got hip checked out of my hands by someone's ass being wielded with carelessness.  They didn't even feel it and kept walking. 

As usual, the smell in here is coffee and Axe body spray, and everyone is glued to their phone or ipad.  

More later when I wake up. Thirty people just got on, and I am smooshed. Send help!