Idiots

**Note: This was actually written last week, but Blogger wouldn't publish it so it sat in draft purgatory until I remembered to try it again.



Two idiots obviously going to watch the Red Sox get spanked got on the train yesterday. They looked around stupidly for a few minutes before zeroing in on the T map above the door.

"This is an E train," came the voice over the loudspeaker. "Change at Government Center to get to Kenmore for the ballgame."

Not five seconds later, one of the idiots asked the other, "Does this train go to Kenmore?"

"I don't think so," replied his friend. "I think we change at Copley."

It was at about that point in time that I leapt from my seat and beat the hell out of them with my trusty tire iron. Or at least, that's what happened in my head.

The two morons then proceeded to discuss going out on a boat with a pair of nurses this coming weekend. What. The. Fuck.

The only thing that could make me feel good about this situation is a good ocean squall and a lack of life preservers.