Public transportation is a-ok

This is a space in which Scott Colby could give you another completely bullshit list like he did yesterday, but today is going to be different. Today's post is based on reality.

On this fine September day, Scott Colby took the D-Line home from work. He was joined by two peculiar individuals. One was the woman who sat down next to him and enjoyed tearing up the Christian Science Monitor. The other was a total lush brown bagging it down the Green Line.

We'll start with the lush, since he was obviously the main attraction. If he thought for one moment that his flimsy paper bag disguised his bottle of booze as possibly being something wholesome, like Vitamin Water or Flintstones Vitamins, he was poorly mistaken. The man smelled like a still. He attempted to make conversation with everyone on the train, and failed miserably each and every time.

Meanwhile, the woman next to Scott Colby angrily browsed the pages of the Christian Science Monitor. She didn't stop to read any articles. When she was done with an edition, she would tear it into thirty-seconds (in half three times), store the shreds in her back pack, and retrieve another edition from her back pack. Lather, rinse, repeat.

Upon reaching the Hynes Convention Center Stop, the lush gleefully shouted to the entire train that he'd spotted a hooker in the station, and that he had $5o in his pocket, and then he departed the train in search of sweet lovin'. Scott Colby was tempted to ask him what a hooker would be doing in the Hynes stop at 6 pm, but then he realized the lush would probably say she was going to work, so Scott Colby kept his dumb trap shut.

Scott Colby and the shredding woman both disembarked at the Brookline Village stop. She has not been seen since.

Proof that public transportation is stranger than fiction.