We have taken a few trips into the city for concerts, parties and such and have been blessed with a couple good quotes overheard on our very own NJ Transit trains.
[A gaggle of very Northern college girls gets on the train, and it’s quickly apparent to the entire train that their adventure will involve a big Italian feast and then a ree-donkulous amount of drinking. The loudest of the loudest girls gave us this gem.]
“Yo, yo. I am soo hungry man. Yo, Christina, I am gonna eat some pasta tonight. I’m gonna order the big plate of pasta and then I’m gonna order a big fat calzone ‘to-go’ so I can eat it at 4 o’clock in the morning, yo. Ohhh, it’s gonna be so good eatin’ that thing when we get home tonight.”
[A disheveled young male, drunk and sweaty got on the train with us back to Jersey at 1 o’clock in the morning and chose his seat due to its proximity to an electrical outlet. Clearly he was in the mood to chat, he plugged his phone in and didn’t stop talking until we changed our seats. In general, he blabbed on and on about the wicked time he had that night out at the party with some chic. After minutes upon minutes of chattering about the drinking, the drama, the cops showing up, he finally let the person on the other end of the phone get in a word.]
His response to whatever this person said was, “Yo, you’re like a tiger. You like to roar but you don’t bite.” What got me then and what still makes me want to vomit now when I think about it is that he proceeded to pick at a scab on his ankle while talking and eat the bits of scab material. Yes, he sat there at ate his bloody scab.
stinkerbean 