Why do all the crazies sit by me? I trying not to make eye contact but I know he is going to start talking to me.
He looks like Hal Holbrook with a moustache.
I forgot them. He keeps coughing and asking the conductor if they sprayed the cabin; it's affecting his asthma.
And he is spitting loogies into a napkin.
Taking MARTA from the Atlanta airport into town is always like this. Total crapshoot. Lots of crazies riding the rails all day long - eating Popeyes, singing, fighting, trying to engage you in deep conversation about Jesus - But the $5 round trip fare beats paying $12 a day to park at the airport when you're gone for 10 days.
Offer to sell him your protein bar. Take the wrapper off, tell him it's heroin, and ask him for $300.