Yesterday while I was waiting for the metrorail train to come, these two guys next to me started arguing, and eventually got into a pretty rowdy fistfight.  The train came, and conveniently there were three metrorail security guards on the car by us… I mentioned to them that these guys were sort of in a fight, to which I got the reply - “Not my problem.” (They peek over at the two fighting guys-) “Knock him out, buddy!” proceeded by more heckling and encouragement.

Also recently on the metro, I saw probably the fattest man I have ever seen, and I overheard two pretty un-hip middle aged men discussing the prospects of meeting “wild women” at an upcoming Good Charlotte concert.  It was decided that said “wild women” would be in attendance.

I love public transit.

This entry was posted on Saturday, July 26th, 2008 at 2:51 pm and is filed under bling, freedom, inauspicious, malapropisms.