Progressive stupidity

[illusionofjoy]

joi_division calls me up today and tells me to go over to her place after she gets off of work. It has been a productive day for me, as I have managed to not only record all of the tracks for a new song, but have cleaned all of the science experiments out of my refrigerator. Having Joi call me up and confirm that, indeed, sex would more than likely be had that night frosted my cake wonderfully.

Thus, for the first time today (which I had off - Veteran's Day is a bank holiday), I ventured outside of my apartment into the real world. Apparently I had filled my contentment quota for today, seeing as how the world started pissing me off as soon as I set foot away from my apartment building.

First of all, the trolley took forever to arrive. While this isn't unusual, it isn't exactly the best use of my time, waiting for the train. Once it did arrive, the ride went smoothly, until I got to my stop. Instead of pulling up to the platform, the train merely stopped twenty feet before it. After five minutes of sitting there, I decided to get up and take a look around outside, to see if there were any clues as to why the vehicle wasn't moving up to discharge passengers. The answer came when I looked out of the front window and saw six trolleys ahead of the one I was on, all of them motionless on the tracks. As visions of being trapped in the car began percolating in my head, the driver mercifully opened the low-level door and allowed passengers to disembark. I walked from the train to the bus stop, where I would transfer and complete my journey to Joi's.

As I stood at the stop, minding my own business someone muttered something past my head to no one in particular behind me. At least, that is what I thought the cigarette-smoking, slack-jawed male in his late thirties wearing a baseball cap was doing. I hadn't heard an "excuse me," nor was he even looking in my direction. Still, I got the sudden feeling that is muttering had been inexplicably directed towards me, and having been unable to comprehend it, I said, "Huh?"

At my common abbreviation of the phrase, "pardon me, but I'm afraid I didn't catch what you were saying, could you please repeat yourself," the yokel became verbally abusive. "Fuck you - you dick" he bellowed, "I was just asking you a fucking question!"

Quickly reminded as to why I don't like dealing with the outside world and bemoaning the fact that his man had never been taught by mommy and daddy that talking to strangers was bad, I quickly spat back that I hadn't heard what he had asked the first time. After he began another volley of "fuck you's" I told him that I wasn't going to answer his question and that he could instead, go fuck himself. I moved away from the yinzer, resisting the urge to verbally bait him into physical violence.

Moments later, he picked up a copy of the Tribune-Review and found one of his own kind to ask his question to. They then began conversing loudly about how the transit workers didn't deserve their $14 per hour and how the Port Authority should just lay people off and dole out pay cuts. I bit my tongue, preventing me from spitting out, "I bet both of you assholes voted for Bush."

When the bus arrived, I jockeyed for position to get on before anyone else and grabbed the first open seat I could find. The yinzer followed me onto the bus. I glared at him, making it known that if he got anywhere near me, I would gleefully bash his skull in on one of the grab bars. My seat was towards the front of the bus. My adversary moved to the back and did not follow me when I got off at my stop.

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There are a lot of assholes in the world, but if you were to not deal with the outside world, you would've never met any of the nice people. Hopefully I'm included with the nice people group ;)