Good morning. On the 7:22AM into the City. Another gorgeous day, though you wouldn’t be able to tell from this crowd! Turn those frowns upside down, fellow Quiet Car riders!
First of all, there is a fellow five seats back and across the aisle that reminds me of a cross between Matt Damon and Simon Pegg. In essence, I’m looking at a CIA assassin. Sunglasses, totally inappropriate jacket for the weather, our brainwashing-finishing school reject wants to look cool, but falls woefully short. The sunglasses hide his eyes, which I imagine to be beady and piercing in a evil Ken doll sort of way.
Ah, we stopped to pick up the affluent, pretty passengers one stop over. Sitting in the rear Quiet car today, which gives me a perspective into gentrification. Before that, I must identify one woman who boarded at my stop. She has short hair, sunglasses, a triangular nose, and full but not duck-faced lips. She reminds me of Joan Cusack a bit. Also a hint of Carol Burnett for some reason. She is also wearing a jacket – was it really that chilly this morning? I really have to get rid of this weight. She seems…defensive? protective? I can’t quite place it. Her face is non-committal but her posture is that of protective defiance. Back straight but arms crossed. Looking straight ahead. I can’t figurenkt out.
From the next stop over sat an attractive woman next to Cusack/Burnett. Another amalgam – this time a bit of Emily Blount and Amy Adams. She’s a thirty something mom – a bit of baby fat on the jawline. She’s wearing a trenchcoat and, seemingly, nothing else except flip-flops. Who wears flip flops into the City except to go to the beach? Hmph.
Also here are the executive board of the Illinois Republican Party, a troll, two ex-marines, an elf on a laptop, Michael Ironside, and George Foreman. All are armed.
Happy Thursday. Safe Travels.