I've already missed writing about some great stories but I will record a funny one that happened today. I might even write about the other ones that happened last semester some time. I'm sure as I write about these some will be funny and some may not be but to me they always were (and will be) hilarious.
I got on the train and a few stops later a frazzled lady with a fresh $6 Starbucks coffee cup sat down beside me. I was next to the window and she was in the aisle seat. She quickly pulled out more things from her purse than I own. The coffee cup was placed between her knees while she tried to apply some eye shadow and other makeup to her face. I was amazed that she could do all these things with a purse in her hands, a work bag in her hands, her hands full of makeup gear, and coffee between her knees while the MARTA train stopped, started and braked a number of times. Yes, she had more things in her hands than she had hands. My stop came before hers and as the train was coming to a stop, I said "Excuse me." In the next 1 second, a plethora of things occurred. She quickly packed up her bags in a flash and shifted her legs into the aisle and remembered her coffee cup was between them about 2 microseconds too late. She reached for the cup instinctively with her "full" hands and instead of grabbing it tight, she flung its contents into a crowd of passengers and their luggage, spilling boiling coffee in every direction, painting the train car floor in a thin coat of brown fluid and wrecking probably $500 worth of shoes, brief cases and the bottom parts of various coats. I felt like it was almost my fault for wanting to get out at my stop... Imagine that: feeling guilty that you want to get off at your own stop... I barely had time to say an unnecessary "sorry" before calmly walking away from the most chaotic train car I've ever seen and out through the closing doors. I'm sure she was apologizing to every soul in that car for the next 8 stops... What a mess. In case you think I was completely insensitive, rude, unforgiving, unhelpful, uncharitable, et cetera, et cetera, et cetera, there is a rule plastered all over every train station that no one is allowed food or beverages on the MARTA! Now that doesn't affirm my actions, but there was really nothing for her, me or anyone else to do for that matter. The car was packed with too many people and there was no way to clean up the coffee which was spread even more by the movement of the train. Small tentacles of brownish substance were quickly flowing down the train sticking to everything it touched. The deed was done and people were to live with the consequence for a long time yet. Truly one person can destroy an entire train car! I saw it happen. Don't drink and apply!
Anya wasn't actually as mad as she looks when I took this picture...
