Rant - April 7th

The dumb law students on the Red Line

Oh Lawdy Lawd. This one was alternately a rave and a rant. I was a bit torn on where to put this one. Got on the train around 10:30 after meeting up with Jenni. Now e’erybody knows that the Red Line at night is just as likely to be a complete caca show as the most boring quiet ride ever. This was meant to be a show of caca!

These two girls are sitting near the doors and making the most damn noise. Scratch that – one of them was shouting the f*ck out of her drunk friend. From what I could immediately hear, the Queen Bee was annoyed that the Drunken Drone wasn’t applying herself at law school. Wouldn’t talk to their professor. Was intimidated by him. Wasn’t focusing enough. Wasn’t working hard enough. Blah blah freaking blah. (And when I say shouting, old girl was yelling so loudly, the roar of the train quieted down to let her have her say.)

Naturally, I turned in my chair to watch. Everyone else around me was watching; so why can’t I? It was amusing. The spark which lit the fuse was when she hollered “I don’t give a f*ck about your mock trial meetings!!!” I let a quick pffft slip out of my mouth. Queen Bee wasn’t having that.

“Excuse me, do you have a problem? Can I help you with something?”

At first I eased into the exchange (“Me? I do have a bit of a problem. You’re being very loud and it’s disruptive.”) I’m speaking in normal tones. She’s still in outside voice. Turned to yelling at me about how I’m an a-hole. How she’s allowed to be loud because this is public space. Even Drunken Drone is trying to get a little smart, only she’s yelling at my seat instead of me. Then Queen Bee says she’s had a hard day in law school and “we law students are under a lot of stress.”

Oh. No. Hold my reusable grocery bag. Turning from Sidney Poitier to Samuel L. Jackson in three…two…one.

Told her: 

• I didn’t give a hot burp for her stress level – everyone on this train has had a long day.
• I didn’t care how public the space was, she didn’t have a right to shout at the top of her lungs. 
• She was the type of pampered law student who gave law students a bad name because she assumed she worked harder, was smarter, and was more important than everyone else.
• I’m sure there were other points, but I can’t even remember. I do remember telling the Drone she smelled like a cleanup in the liquor aisle.

I may or may not have also inserted some colorful nouns and adjectives into the mix. I also will admit to saying the word “boo” a lot. As in, “No boo boo. You better watch yourself, because I’m NOT THE ONE. This is not your night, boo.”

At the end of the ride, the conversation was hijacked by an old pepaw who was just waiting to jump in. With that, I told these gentle ladies to have a wonderful night. He told them they were rude little caca heads (and we both know he didn’t say “caca”)