Crazies

Public Transportation is a true joy. Here are a few of the "gems" that I happened to pick up on the train yesterday:

(Man to woman) "I don't think there is such a thing as routine brain surgery."

(Woman #1 on cell phone) "You crazy . . . you crazy . . . you crazy . . ." repeated NINE times

(Mother to young son) "Well, I don't know how far your father's even gonna get, since we got his wallet!"

(Elderly women on cell phone) "Oh!! This phone's on speaker - and I can't turn it off!!"

(Woman #2 on cell phone) "Look, I don't mean to hurt your feelings, but little-miss-princess-I have-to-get-my-toes-painted is going to have to go. You can pay me the money later."

(Two adolescent girls) "Blue is not her color." "No, she just can't pull blue off."

What is going on? Why is everyone so eager to share their business with total strangers? Where is little miss princesses suppose to go and who isn't able to wear blue . . . ever?? Really, someone can't wear the color blue at all?? Also, why do we have to say the same thing over and over again? I get it - he's crrrazy. I got it the first 5 times. And did that mother take the dad's wallet as a threat/punishment or was it just by chance, it sounded rather suspicious. I agree with that man, I wouldn't call any brain surgery routine, and I forgive the sweet grandma for not knowing the intricacies of speaker phone. I mean- I guess its just all in a day on the CTA (Chicago Transit Authority).