Good evening. On the, whistle while you work, 3:55PM out of the City. All the colorful people are here. Go Blackhawks! Let’s get right to it.
A crowded train. People are escaping the City early because of the impending biblical downpour expected to hit the region. The weather folk, in an attempt to turn weather into Trivial Pursuit questions, is calling this storm system a diadem, or desperado or deciduous or something.
Derecho. That’s the phrase. It seems to mean “torrential downpour” in Esperanto. It also may mean “Wet and Wild” in ancient Mayan. Tune into your local weather station for more etomology.
Wagner Fanboy was just interrupted so that Darren from Bewitched (Dick Sargent) could sit down. Why can’t he just ask to be transported home is beyond me. WF is not wearing his humongous headphones (not to be confused with ear buds), but fitfully resting. Darren, on the other hand, is carbing -up for some post-train exercise or something. He looks determined to finish that chemically laden, barely nutritious, GMO-grain based “granola bar” that he purchased at a health food boutique, along with his man sized chewable vitamins and natural ED therapies.
There are two rather large, and although in real life probably cordial, oppressive looking men sitting jump seat style in the .middle of the car. This, of course, flies in the face of express-train etiquette. Sure, if this was 8:30PM on a Friday night and the car has tourists and happy hour casualties on board, the practice goes unnoticed. But even the movement-facing fellow, who looks a little bit more self aware than the large, more lumbering troll-like boss commuter, looks around to see if they have committed some commuter-nono. I’m keeping an eye on these two holier-then-thous from now on.
Also here are Hallie Selassie, a young Robert Downey Jr., Michael Cera, and Bernie from “Weekend at Bernie’s”. All are armed.
Happy Wednesday to you. Safe travels.