I had the distinct pleasure of not only witnessing a couple almost break out into a fistfight, but being PART of it. Yay.
I am sitting on the Path train, minding my own business. I am knee deep into the childhood of Marilyn Manson (great book by the way) and pretty much oblivious to my surroundings. I certainly welcome that state of mind on the train because most times I am paranoid of terrorists.
Anyway, some insanely UGLY chick with serious acne and a bad sense of fashion gets on the train at 9th Street in NYC with her semi good looking black boyfriend.. All is well when we get to Christopher street. As soon as we pull out of the station, FUGLY blows up. She starts screaming at the black guy at the top of her lungs and getting all up in his face. Black guy, looking VERY embarrassed, steps away from her and moves towards the back of the train and just so happens to stop right in front of my seat and holds the hand rail.
About 4 or 5 minutes goes by and FUGLY loses it again. However, this time her anger is directed at ME! She starts screaming at her boyfriend – this is exact quotes here:
“Why you move over to that bitch? You like her? You want to FUCK her? You think she is HOT? FUCK YOU, you ASSHOLE!” Fugly is now foaming from the mouth and staring at me like a pit bull stalks a squirrel in the city park.
I, being my new “non-confrontational” self, just ignore her and smile to myself that someone can be so unreasonably insane, IN PUBLIC. I guess this pisses her off even more, so she starts just blindly screaming at the top of her lungs on the train about how much she hates him and she wishes he would die.
THANK BABY JESUS that we finally pulled into JSQ and I was able to escape, physically unscathed with my mental state still intact. No rage, no fistfight, no harm. Yay for me!
As for dude, I feel for him. He wasn’t even looking at me. Seriously, I would have noticed. Then again, I shouldn’t feel that bad for him because either he has done SOMETHING to make that bitch so crazy, or he is just plain old DUMB for staying with a bitch that crazy.
Fucking NYC subways…. Always a source of entertainment. There was also a moral to this story for me because not too long ago, I SNAPPED out on Craig in public. I had myself a little rage-out, which is something I haven’t done in like 5 years. I was actually running through the streets, barefoot, screaming so loud that someone called the cops on me. Yeah. It was like I was looking at a mirror of that night and it made me realize what a FUCKING FREAKSHOW I must have looked like! haha! Poor Craig.
Even though I have done the same thing, that bitch is STILL crazy.
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