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My pickup has been down for a couple days, forcing me to ride MAX to work. I should use public transit more often, but yesterday reminded me why I don't: there was a guy riding the train, talking to someone I assumed was a friend. When "friend" exited at the next stop, guy keeps on talking. And talking. Talking about being stabbed in the chest and dying. Not menacing anyone or shouting or waving his arms, just sitting there quietly talking about how dying isn't such a bad thing. As people exited the train, the level of external noise died down, and other riders began to actually hear what that dude was saying. And they began to give him a wider berth. He exited the stop before mine.
It's one thing to be sitting next to the stinkiest person on earth. It's another to be sitting next to someone who talks on their phone, like no one else is around. Or listens to crappy music on headphones so loud you can hear it. But the people who talk to themselves, they make my skin crawl.
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