Smooth as silk ... until

Wednesday, February 1, 2006 - 8:12 a.m.

At the top of the platform was a man with blond hair, glasses and a Marshall Fields bag. He looked at me, then chuckled to himself - then looked away. MAde me feel rather self conscious. I looked to see if something was on my coat or not. Then I decided he was crazy and not to give it another moments thought.

The train was stangely empty for a wednesday morning and I was sitting by myself for the longest time until Belmont when this woman ran to sit in the seat next to me. Maybe she was so excited like "if I sit next to the EL blog guy, he will put me in his blog." Well ... here you go lady ... I did.

Around Clark/Division, a man entered the train then proceeded to go the next car through the doors between the trains. The going between cars phenomena has always perplexed me. It also scares me if the train all the sudden hits a bend in the tunnel, you are sunk!

Rather uneventful ride until the Grand stop where this doorhugging man shouts at this woman exitting the train "Next time, learn to fucking say excuse me, you fucking bitch! Who do you think you fucking are?" After this, the man mutters the rest of the ride, as if this "bitch" ruined his day by not saying excuse me to someone blocking the door.

Something must me going around since one of my co-workers said there was a fist fight between two women on his red line train, right around Grand. Was something being pumped into the air at the Grand stop?