On a flight to retrieve their son's body, the Perrys were booed. Their son, Sgt. John Perry, was killed when he tried to stop a suicide boomer in Afghanistan. He may have saved 100 people or more.
(Stewart Perry) told the Daily News that he, his wife and his daughter were delayed on an American Airlines flight from Sacramento to Phoenix, and were allowed to leave the plane first so they did not miss a connecting flight that brought them to the East Coast so they could reach Dover Air Force Base in Delaware. Perry said that other passengers in the first class cabin hissed when the captain mentioned that everyone needed to remain seated because family and "military personnel" needed to leave, and added that he believed that at least some passengers had been told that the family members of a fallen soldier were aboard. ?To hear the reaction of the flight being delayed because of a Gold Star family, and the first class cabin booing that was really upsetting, and it made us cry some more,? he told KOVR, who first reported the story. The elder Perry juxtaposed the "people who only think about themselves" to the second flight, which waited for his family despite them being late. He praised the respectful nods from passengers on the second flight had, saying that he has also noticed others with a disregard for the loved ones left behind by veterans.
Shame on those people on that first flight. I wonder if anyone who didn't boo shamed those that did or if they just sat mutely. Are we only willing to support and protect certain classes people, like gays, handicapped and minorities, from ridicule and abuse? Those pointing fingers at those they assume hate need to make sure they aren't passing on the hate themselves. Please don't throw salt in the wound of a parent who lost a child, whether you agree with our military or not. Only we can decide to to come together despite what others do around us.
Next week is Thanksgiving. It is a time when we should pause to take stock of all that is good in our lives and be thankful. I know I am thankful for all the good things in my life including friends and family, blood or choosen. However, this year's presidential election it is not without a certain level of angst. Dysfunction - The mass reaction has lead to many people not being able to effectively do their jobs or live their lives. The outcome of this election will affect our lives. However, it will be a long time before there is any real change if any at all. Most of us are still doing the same shit everyday that we did before the election, and likely before the presidential race started. From the Game of Thrones: "The common people pray for rain, healthy children, and a summer that never ends. It is no matter to them if the high lords play their game of thrones, so long as they are left in peace." Really, does anything else matter to use little people. Discord - There have been all out feuds in families. Friends have stopped talking to friends. One woman even packed her eight year old's things in a suitcase and kicked the kid out over a mock election at school. It has been a bit like the civil war without cannons, muskets or bayonets. And please don't get any ideas. But just to be sure, be extra selective about who wields the carving knife this year. Polar - That is polar as in opposite of character or the North and South Poles. People have been shrilly shouting at the opposition and no one seemly hears or cares what the other side has to say. One side pushing and shoving the other further and further away to the point that they may as well live at opposite ends of the world. Politics - No matter who you voted for, the election itself was like the climax from some cheap B horror flick featuring gruesome, snarling monsters snapping at each other. Honestly, it may as well be a cheap movie. Most politicians are so disingenuous that they might be eligible for an Academy Award if it were the political stage were a movie set. We need to reclaim our sanity, or what passed as sanity previously. We need to work together. Name calling and crying accomplishes nothing. Ask yourselves, is it worth alienating those close to you based on the results of one election?
Lambright: 1) noun: A person who is not terribly bright and as a result of their stupidity destroys something that is valuable and/or historically significant. 2) verb: To do something stupid that destroys something that is valuable and/or historically significant. Origin- Mary Lambright drove a big rig onto a small, historical bridge and the bridge collapsed. From the police report:
On December 25, 2015, on or about 1200 hours, Mary Lambright, 23 year old female from Fredericksburg, Indiana was driving a 2015 Volvo Semi Truck with a 53 foot box trailer containing 43,000 pounds of bottled water. Ms. Lambright stated her intentions were to park her semi in the parking lot of the Paoli Wal-Mart. Lambright entered the square from East Main Street and missed the exit heading to Wal-Mart and exited onto West Main Street. Ms. Lambright then turned left onto Southwest 1st Street in an attempt to turn around. She travel down Southwest 1st and turned left onto South Gospel Street. She made several attempts to turn left on to South Oak Street but was unsuccessful. Ms. Lambright was aware of a parking lot further north on South Gospel Street and determined she could turn the truck around in the lot to get back to Southwest 1st Street. When she approached the parking lot she discovered it was full of heavy equipment and could not use it to turn around. Ms. Lambright was aware of the iron bridge stating she had driven on it several times in her personal vehicle and was also aware of the posted signage "no semis, weight limit of 6 tons". When asked by Paoli Police why she continued through the bridge knowing the weight limit was only 6 tons she admitted to not knowing how many pounds that was. She was advised the weight of the vehicle at the time of the crash was close to 30 tons. Ms. Lambright stated she wasn't comfortable backing the semi up and made the decision to try to go through the bridge. When the semi entered the bridge the trailer immediately began ripping open due to the trailer was taller than the top of the bridge. As the vehicle continued the weight of the vehicle caused the bridge to collapse.
I really want to know HOW she passed the written part of her CDL exam. A driver should know that a ton equals 2000 pounds and be able to the rough math in his or her head, know that 30 is greater than 6, and make a decision about whether the truck will fit while driving. Also, he or she should know that the picture of a truck with a red circle around it and red line through it (like the one here) means "do not drive that fucking thing here" should be mandatory. Not being able to do these thing should result in immediate failure of the test. But maybe my standards are a bit too high. As I stated, I think "Lambright" should be added to the urban dictionary. This is an act so epicly stupid it deserves to be memorialized and she didn't die so a Darwin Award is out. Think we can send her some birth control instead? In addition to a lifetime supply of birth control, can we throw in a Prius or Smart Car or something equally less threatening so that future stupidity would be less likely to not kill someone else. Please?
I go to Planet Fitness. Barring all the cutesy jargon and the purple and yellow, its a nice gym. It has nice, well maintained machines and it's relatively clean. The facility itself is an enjoyable; its the fellow members that are a challenge. I am used to grungy, bear bones kinda of gyms. I was used to adapting. But we all were. If someone was doing multiple sets and I was doing just one it was cool to ask to work in a set. Fellow members understood that it was a waste to let the equipment just sit there like some glorified stool between sets. Sometimes they even offered to spot if it was helpful for that particular exercise. At slick, polished Planet Fitness, the fellow members are self-absorbed jackasses. If I ask to work in a set, I get a snarky "I only have one more" or a look like I'm from another planet. I'm sure I started working out when some of these twits were shitting in their diapers. Working in a set is a long held custom. The alternative to the twit sitting fiddling with their phone "between sets" is the machine saver who leaves person items scattered around the gym on various pieces like a toddler leaves toys all over the house. Honestly, I'd like to drop a dumbbell on the foot of some of these jackasses. Or I might get more satisfaction "oopsing" on their beloved cell phone. I wonder what they would do between sets, then. I'm just bitching here. I realize that these self-absorbed twits will not change. I realize that I will continue to be annoyed. I realize I will continue to be annoying to them when I ask to work in a set. Maybe I will just have to envision pulverizing their cellphones and that will bring a smile to my face.

Sly As a Cityfox

City Fox is a concert promoter. They are credited with state of the art raves. And on Halloween it was the place to be in NYC. Tickets were hot. However not everything went as planned. While the line looped around the block, the FDNY shut them down. There were more tix sold than the fire permit allowed. The old factory was a disaster waiting to happen: No sprinkler system, lack of exits. People were screwed if something went wrong. To make it better the old factory is a hazardous waste site. It formerly was NuHart Chemical, a plastic factory. The part they advertised to public for the party isn't the hazardous waste site. However, the address given for their permits was the address for the hazardous waste site. And the promoter reportedly didn't care where they spread out, reportedly leaving mere curtains between party-goers and 55-gallon drums. Or maybe the promoter just thought that a couple of drums would add a ghoulish backdrop. The promoters' people were informed about the building. They were given a tour and had stuff explained. They knew what they should and should not do. Cityfox is not run by stupid people. But like a fox, they are sly. Cityfox is offering refunds to those that bought tix. However, I imagine those who bought scalped tix at the last minute are going to be left holding nothing but their asses. And there is another ugly side to this. The building is in a mixed neighborhood, with a senior citizens home right across the street. Imagine grandma with her windows rattling at 1 am. Or parents trying to get their little ones to sleep while the floors vibrate from the sub-woofers. There are some angry neighbors that might like to make a certain fox's pelt a collar right now. What were the people that were handing out permits like Halloween candy thinking? Maybe the folks in offices remote from the locale had no idea what was there, but if they asked anyone in the neighborhood, and I mean anyone, they would have gotten an earful. And as for Cityfox, all in all, their Halloween "treat" looked more like a "trick" to Greenpoint residents and party goers alike. I hope they slink back into their fox hole, lick their wounds and only come back out when they are ready to truly investigate a prospective site rather than take the word of some shyster with a building to rent.


My Significant Other likes to goof on people. One of his favorites is asking a cashier if he/she takes IOUs. If the cashier is below the age of 25, he/she typically gives a wide-eyed stare that clearly says "I have no idea what this old geezer is talking about but I really don't want to admit it". The best response from someone old enough to get it was "Yeah, its called VISA". What I don't get is the generation of txters and urban speakers who frequently use "u" instead of "you" and "r" instead of "are" don't get a simple "IOU". Newsflash kiddies, you didn't invent short-speak. Us old farts have our own. Tonight was no different than dozens of other interactions between my SO and a teenager, except she said "nope" without skipping a beat. Her coworker had the wit to want to understand what she did not and asked what it meant. We replied, "IOU" translates to "I owe you". The first cashier then admitted she really didn't know what it meant and that was why she said no. At two young people knows what IOU stands for will not look wide-eyed and speechless if some corny old fart comes up to their register and uses the IOU line. I guess we did our public service for the night.
Nicole Arbour is a "comedienne" on youtube. She posted a rant disguised as a skit. In it she criticizes fat people and uses many of the same tired, worn out stereo types that many use. As World of Suck's official Fat Bitch, I am sending a big, fat 'ol fuck you to Nichole Arbour. Unlike your assumptions, I don't usually pick the closest parking spot in the parking lot, I do walk. Furthermore, I would only get a handicapped parking permit if I am actually physically disabled. (Actually, some circles might consider me "disabled" because I limp from a prior injury.) The only reason the skinny bitch could out run me is because of the injury. Before the injury I was also fat, but I could move and I would have caught her bony little ass and sat on it. Not all fat people avoid the gym. My fat ass spent most of my life going to the gym regularly and it did shit for my weight. I didn't go several years until my injury has finally gotten to the point I can go again. Therefore, this fat bitch DOES go to the gym. This fat bitch DOES try to eat healthy (OK, barring "that time of the month" when there is not a choice between chocolate and.... never mind, the chocolate or your life). I don't ooze Crisco. Lately I even try to avoid "celebrations" in my office because the skinny people all stand around stuffing cake into their faces and I feel awkward trying to NOT eat it. I might take Nicky's little rant more seriously if she didn't come off so pathetic. Using tired old cliches is about as funny as last week's leftovers left on the counter, moldy and fuzzy. I might take her "concern" more seriously if it sounded the slightest bit sincere. It was a veiled attempt to not look like a total bitch. I'm not sure a person like her has many genuine friend and a small part of me wonders if I should have some sympathy for her. Perhaps she strikes out because she has a sad life. I'm actually nice person even though I can't eat anything I want to. However, skinny twats acting like they know what it is like to be me and that they have the answer to my fatness piss me off. So here is a big, FAT World of Suck fuck you to Nicole. Pucker up and give my big ass a kiss. It ain't hard to miss. P.S. You disabled you comments? Really? Are you so confident that your are so great that your rant doesn't need commentary or did you not like folks like me getting pissed off at your bullshit? Either way, WoS's comments are never turned off (only deleted if from bullshit spammers or edited if inappropriate, which is a applied sparingly).
Celebrities, especially selfie generation celebrities, really need to get a grip. One of those is Demi Lovato, who took exception to a comment that Pink made about the VMA awards show. Pink commented that she was "sad" about the VMAs and called the music "trash" and basically uninspiring. Pink did not specifically name Demi Lovato or any of her songs, who must have been so inspiring herself that Pink later commented that she forgot that Demi Lovato performed. Pink has basically told the public, including Demi Lovato, that if they want a feud to look elsewhere. And no apologies, either, like it should be. Personal attacks aside, even celebrities are entitled to their own opinions. The rest of us can take them to heart or cast them aside as we see fit. I respect Pink. And personally I agree with her. The music industry is a big joke. Lets get real, Miley Cyrus was the host of the VMAs? They couldn't find someone more relevant than a former Disney Brat who's claim to fame is sticking out her tongue and walking around as naked as she can get away with? That in itself is a joke. That was personal. See the difference? However, Miley Cyrus could choose to quit acting like evil spawn of Bozo the Clown and a porn star. But that might require relying her talent (which I honestly believe she has). Since Pink didn't attack any one person perhaps a single person should not have been so sensitive unless, as my Mother would put it, that person feels guilty. While Demi Lovato's music is not all that bad as pop music goes, it is still pop, as in what bubble gum does when you blow too big a bubble. Her songs are something I have been know to bop to in the car to pass the time. Demi is a former Disney Brat herself, so maybe that is the problem. I blame it on Mickey Mouse! Yeah that's it. To many of today's "artists" are former Disney Brats. Technically talented? Sure. Inspired? About as much as a pair of mouse ears. The execs at Disney probably "helicopter parented" the talent they had a children so much as adults they are like a bowl of jello dumped on the counter - retains some of it shape but no all of it. So Demi needs just take a chill pill. Pink is right, most of the music industry in general is a bit less that thought provoking. And if Demi Lovato resembles that remark and she knows it only she can take control of her career. Quit whining or do something about it.
Kirin Ghandhi decided she would "free bleed" while running the London Marathon recently. (link) While women should not feel ashamed when they get their period and perhaps have some leakage, I still think leakage should not be the plan. First it's messy and it is nearly impossible to ever restore the clothing stained by the leakage to anything near its original state. All in all, one of the comments on the article summed it up so well, I will let him/her say it all:
Periods are natural yes.... But bleeding all over areas where other people could get blood on them is just unnecessarily disgusting. Free bleed in your own damn home where nobody else can be potentially contaminated. It's called hygiene. Medically speaking this is asking for the spread of disease. I don't want to know if someone had their blood all over the park bench or restaurant seats. Would you want someone to cut them themselves open and bleed all over town?? Get a grip people. This feminist shit is going too damn far. Every woman I have mentioned this too... Microbiology teacher, medical personnel, naturopathic doctor, even total health and el-natural peeps all feel the same way. This is absolutely ridiculous. So you don't want to wear a damn tampon. Fine!!! But put a freaking pad on or a damn washcloth between those legs!!!! Otherwise you are no different than someone freely sharing needles or contaminating you in the hospital with someone else's blood. Pull your ignorant heads out of your asses!!!! Look up the word DISEASE! BLOOD BOURNE DISEASE!!! I will seriously slap the shit out of the first dumb bitch that does this and my 3 1/2 year old gets her nasty blood on him in a public place.
Yup, I can't say it any better. It's gross. It's unhygienic. And I don't want someone else's blood on me. What is next, free pissing? Hell, that is something we all can do! To all rabid feminists: Free-bleeding doesn't make you a feminist. It doesn't make you free of an oppressive misogynistic patriarchal society, it makes you a nut case. If you must, go home to "free bleed". Take a nice long bath. Grow your armpit hair and braid it for all I care (I hear some Hollywood stars are doing this); "burn your bra" (even if that isn't very original, the older sisters of my generation did that already) or sit in the middle of a busy mall and breastfeed your kid with your tit hanging out with all the world to see (hell, you got two, offer the other to some passing kid and they can become breast siblings). These things really don't effect me. But if your blood gets on me, I will have a problem and there might be blood coming out of another one of your orifices. P.S. Yes, women not having access to feminine hygiene products may be a worthwhile issue to which to bring awareness. However grossing everyone out by bleeding all over the place is not the best way to address it. Sorry, this just screams attention whore more than activist.
Some things defy explanation. Not for the faint of heart and I make no promises your vision will return to normal! Men's crochet fashion from recycled afghans: Click at your own risk.
I'm really getting sick of celebrities and the LGBT community falling over themselves, gushing over how "brave" and "courageous" Caitlyn is. Sorry, I don't think she's "brave" or "courageous". I do applaud her for following her heart and finding herself. Too many people try to live their lives to make others happy while making themselves miserable. Telling society to stuff their norms isn't all that brave if their norms make you miserable. Let's face it. The old Bruce Jenner had the resources to not only make himself a herself, but a beautiful woman. Not every transgender person (drag queens aside, they work really hard at it) can manage to look so hot. I've seen some transitions that make Julia Child lot like a hottie. Face it, Julia could cook, but beauty was not her strong suit. Caitlyn could afford the surgeries to pull it off splendidly. Also, Caitlyn does not mix in a social circle prone ridicule LGBT folks. And if she felt threatened, she has the resources to hire a strong arm to lean on. In other words, she doesn't have to rub elbows with us dirty masses. Money may not buy happiness, but it certainly can hire surgeons and body guards. You know who is brave? A 16 year old boy questioning whether he was put in the wrong body. He goes to school everyday wondering if he's going to be stuffed in a locker, get the shit kicked out of him, wind up wearing some jock's lunch, all three or worse. He muddles through and hopes to grow up just like Caitlyn, but he has a lot of money to raise before that can happen. Brave is facing danger and ridicule without a safety net. Knowing what is right and facing wrong everyday. Caitlyn pointed out that it isn't fair at the ESPY awards. "If you want to call me names, make jokes, doubt my intentions, go ahead, because the reality is, I can take it," she said. "But for the thousands of kids out there, coming to terms with being true to who they are, they shouldn't have to take it." Stay brave kids, no matter what battle you are fighting. It will get better.
I would like to nominate Tommie Woodward and Devon Staples. Texas, July 3rd, Tommie Woodward willingly jumped into posted alligator infested waters. He took his chances with a 12 foot alligator and lost, realizing at the last second his fatal mistake. Maine, July 4th, Devon Staples, got drunk and launched fireworks from the top of his head. When the mortar exploded it killed him instantly. I'm not sure which one was more stupid. Tommie realized his stupidity before the 'gator dragged him down for the last time. Devon was drunk and died before he could realize how dumb he was. Either way, it is a tough call who might be more deserving of a Darwin Award.

"Dead End" Detour

Heading out to dinner, significant other and I were going our usual route for our destination. We were almost to end of a road and we spied a fireman in the road waving us down a side road. We saw the problem, someone hit a pole and cracked it and the fire department folks were being cautious. I was suspicious because I was not aware of a way to get around the blockage from that side street, and as soon as we turned the corner there was a "dead end" sign. I continued thinking "he must know what he is doing." We got to the end of the road and everything looked like a driveway with close together houses that were close to the road. I turned around and went back, rolled down my window and told the fireman that it was a dead end and he insisted that there was a way around. I pulled into a parking lot. I didn't want to hastily make the detour I knew because it was many miles out of the way. I pulled out the GPS and looked at the map, and lo and behold there was a street. I shrugged and tried again. By this time there was a back up. Turns out the "road" was wide enough to be a scant one-way that was considered two-way. There was a big ass pick-up with a trailer heading in the opposite direction we were. He wisely pulled up on what passed for someone's front yard. The cars going in our direction inched their way toward the cluster fuck at the corner. I was riding my brakes in 1st gear. We get to the next corner and there is this lady on her front porch yelling at people to "slow down!" I was half tempted to roll down my window and shout "If I go any slower I'll be stopped!" If she had a problem with the traffic she should have gone to the end of her street and yell at the fireman, the same one that send us down a street marked "dead end." Sometimes I really hate some of the old neighborhoods around here. They were probably roomy when horse and buggies were the fad.
Victoria Siegel was rich and beautiful. But that didn't stop her from dying. Victoria's family blame Victoria's boyfriend's ex because she sent "horrible" texts to Victoria that hurt her in her fragile state. "It was the same as if the girl had shot her in the head," David Siegel told a local station. "If there is any way to prosecute, we definitely will prosecute." They think she over self medicated to dull the pain from those texts. *eye roll* Yes, yes, bullying is bad. I'm sure the ex is a bitch. BUT, my momma told me "sticks and stones may break your bones, but names will never harm you." Cyber bullying is cruel, but it is manageable by TURNING OFF THE F-ING PHONE OR COMPUTER. If someone slams a hammer on your thumb do you stick around for more? Only a complete moron sticks around. Also, where was Victoria's family? They were nearly across the country. What parent leaves their "emotionally vulnerable" young adult child home alone? Geez, she just got out of rehab. There is plenty of blame to pass around from a nasty bitchy ex to parents with the means to have someone with their daughter when she was fragile but choose not to to the boyfriend who left HIS cellphone around for nasty bitch to send texts to. And lets not forget the delicate flower herself. It may be tragic, but she slide right into an old habit when the going got tough and this time is cost her her life. Remember, texts are not stick or stones they won't break your bones. Nor are they bullets to the head.
I saw this as a bumper sticker on a car. It pissed me off a little. OK it really tweaked me. I really wanted to pass the asshole and give him/her the bird. Catholics trying to jam their beliefs down my throat hits a nerve. The classic Catholic "every sperm is sacred" "traditional marriage" dogma makes the hair on the back of my neck stand on end. The Vatican bully pulpit tells all good Catholics that if they don't vote for an anti gay marriage, pro-life conservative political candidate they are violating their faith. I could agree with voting for a candidate that will courageously and enthusiastically support the Constitution and especially the 1st Amendment. No law should be written or passed that prohibits any American from practicing whatever "religion" they want. If Catholics want to vote for a candidate who will prohibit forcing any church, including Catholic churches, from officiating over gay marriages, I support that. If Catholics want to vote for a candidate who will not allow any woman to be forced to use birth control or have an abortion, I support that, too. (They call it "pro-choice" for a reason). However, I know what the bumper sticker meant. It meant, I'm Catholic and that means that no one should be able to do anything against MY religion and if you don't agree you are just a hell-bound heathen and who cares. Well, here's a great big 'ol world of suck "fuck you" to any person with this gem on you bumper. Please go back your car into a brick wall. May the blue bird of paradise copiously shit on your car bumper to bumper, just as long as he doesn't miss your sticker.
Josh Duggar is a perverted child molester and Jim Bob and Michelle are evil for not sending their kid off to a chain gang as punishment. Ma and Pa Duggar and little sisters have spoken publicly. A conservative blogger has criticized liberal media for their level of demonizing while turning a blind eye to Lena Duh-nham who picked pebbles from her little sister's twat. Please, everyone put down the pitchforks, tar and feathers. I am no fan of the Duggar clan. Nor do I have much sympathy for the very public debate. The parents Duggar decided to participate in a modern day sideshow. They decided to make their otherwise private lives public. They decided for themselves and their children. Now everyone has an opinion about something the Duggars really wished had stayed private. Josh may be wishing his parents weren't publicity whores. Sorry, hang the underwear on the clothes line along a busy highway long enough and everyone will eventually know if someone shit their pant and left a stain. Honestly Josh didn't do anything different than what many other children have done. He was 14 to 15, and that is still a child when you are sheltered and never allowed to grow up like other children. He claims there was no penetration and his sisters aren't sure exactly what happened because whatever he did do was not disruptive enough to wake them. Oh, and they were only a 2 and 3 years younger than him. Naughty? Yes. Perverted? Maybe, if it aroused him, and honestly I don't really want to think about a young teen-aged Josh with a woody. Damn, too late. Bleh. Rigid religious dogma breeds this kind of behavior. No lookie, no touchie, no thinkie or you will go to Hell. Stuff those feelings and curiosity long enough and something somewhere is going to blow, no pun intended. Really. At least Josh felt shame about what he did and the Duggars did get him help as they interpreted it. And the sisters, Jana and Jill, do not seem traumatized. Isn't their well being paramount? They seem about as well as strict Baptists can be. Oh and as far as TLC is concerned, they were only covering their asses. Ethics had nothing to do with TLC's decision. They didn't want to be sued by former sideshow star Mama June for kicking her little princess Honey Boo Boo off the air. Mama June was canoodling a real child molester. Mama's sweetie was a grown man who doodled an 8 year old, not a teenager doodling a close in age sibling and friend. See the difference.

Train Travel Delux

I traveled on Amtrak this past week. Although this is right on the heels of the tragic derailment, the train ride itself was pleasant. A few select fellow passengers, not so much. AM - Petulant Princess I grabbed a seat in the back row of the car I was in. I made myself comfy and proceeded to peruse my tablet. I was vaguely aware of the woman in the seat in front of me and that she appeared positioned to take a nap. A bit later I felt the urge to visit the rest room. I placed my drink in the magazine holder in the back of the seat in front of me and took off my jacket. While I was placing my jacket behind me, the woman in front of me sat up and gave me the stink eye. She briefly glared at me like I had poked her in the back of the head. When I returned to my seat after going to the rest room, I pulled my drink out of the magazine pocket. Grouchy Princess stirred and gave a loud irritated sigh. She gave a couple more agitated grunts when we hit a few bumps and I could see through the crack the cocked her head as if to look back toward me, as if she thought I was the cause for the bumpy ride. However, she never made eye contact again. Anyone that travels on any type of mass transit knows that other people are going to bump your seat, make some noise and perhaps even touch you. It going to happen and we all expect it, we just hope it is a minimum. It seems that Petulant Princess has zero tolerance. Pardon us "little people" for sharing her air. Perhaps her Lear Jet was in the shop? PM - Miriam Magpie I boarded the train, took my seat and then became aware of a woman three rows in front of me speaking loudly. She was speaking at a volume that I would have had to concentrate to NOT hear her side of the conversation. She was asserting that she was not going to pay $10 more per month for her cable at her vacation home because she only wanted to catch the game when it was on. If the person on the phone, I and the whole train car didn't catch that the first time, she repeated it at least two more times. She proceeded to make phone call after phone call on the entire two and a half hour ride, where I disembarked. She may have continued after, make that likely to have continued after I left. I and the whole train car were treated to her telling a few friends she was heading to the vacation house, arguing with a financial institution over how her bankruptcy payments were being handled and telling her son how much effort she went through to get him airplane tickets. Oh, and she had already planned her son's entire vacation, too, even though he told her not to. Also, she started every personal conversation with "You know, blah, blah, blah." Yeah, no kidding. She chased away at least two passengers. One gentleman gave me a slight grin and rolled his eyes before relocating and another looked at me and just shook his head. I wonder if Miriam Magpie realized that the whole car knew way more about her life then we really wanted to. I also wonder what type of cell plan she has that she can yammer on for close to 200 minutes in a single day, I can only imagine what her monthly usage must be like. I also must be doing something wrong, I've never declared bankruptcy and I don't have a vacation house. The joys of traveling mass transit, sprinkled with the occasional oddball. I guess if I hadn't been in relatively close proximity to these two, it would have just been another boring trip. Maybe I should be thankful for oddballs.