June 29th, 2011 Last Full Day of 7-Day Transit Pass

6/29 EB #67 bus at Normal. Traffic is stopped at a red light on 69th & Normal. I am standing up over my backpack that I placed in one of the aisle-facing seats that also face the rear door. I look out the window and in the next lane, I spot a woman who looked to be in her 20s, driving a white four-door Chevy while eating what looked to be vanilla ice cream made by a dairy company called Lalo. When the light turned green, the first thought that came out of my mind was,

"Am I finally gonna see actual knee-driving here?"

Fortunately, she didn't drive with her knees, but drove with one hand on the wheel while using the other to hold the container of ice cream. Last time I checked, you must have both hands on the wheel while driving.
This incident reminds me of a day in July 2002 when I watched for bad drivers while my mother and I spent about a couple hours doing laundry at a laundromat on Chicago's West Side. That day, within such a short period of time, I caught a motorist singing with her eyes closed, another motorist slowly taking spoonfuls of Yoplait yogurt into her mouth, another motorist reading a novel and not paying any attention to the road ahead of him, and another motorist screaming her head off at someone that she was talking to over a cell phone. All incidents occurred on the NB side of Kedzie, and all incidents occurred while these silly bastards were operating their freaking cars! Okay, I have several words to use to end this blog piece:

Oh thank God for public transit! I can leave the driving to someone else for a change!

LATER
IB/NB Red Line train. I board at 69th Street, getting into the seventh car out of eight, and spot a very handsome man in a seat on the opposite side of the aisle. He appeared to be around my age, and, he was eating hamburgers and fries!

"Do you know that you're not suppose to eat on the train?"

That's what I was thinking in my mind and that's what I wanted to say to him. What's worse is that he placed the packaging that the sandwich and fries came in inside a brown paper bag that the food came in onto the adjacent seat and then he placed an empty can of root beer soda onto the paper bag, and just left it there! I'm glad that the train didn't get crowded because it would've been said if someone wanted to sit in that seat, but couldn't because his little seatmates were in it.
Things get better because he puts on his big black sunglasses, looking extra sexy, picks up his trash, and then he and his little buddies exit the train at Harrison.

LATER ON
Jackson Blue Line stop. I am walking up the platform, looking for rail car markers 8 and 6 so I can board a Budd 2200 series car, on my way to Jefferson Park. As I am walking, a train is approaching. As I am walking, I notice a performer singing a self-made song with an instrumental version of "Independent Women" by Destiny's Child playing on a portable speaker that he has. That's not all because he holds a medium-sized stuffed tiger while performing! I couldn't help but smile and silently laugh! Performing on a subway platform while holding and swinging around a plush animal? What in the world is going on here? I'm going on 25 years of age and I've never seen anything like this before in my life! LOL XD

AND LATER ON
IB Blue Line train. I board at Jefferson Park, getting in Budd car #2231. The AC is down in this car. It's as hot in this car as it is outside! I see a tall, slim black teen male wearing a black durag towards the rear of the car. He looks very suspicious, constantly standing in the doorway and then walking back to his seat, over and over again he does this aggravating mess! He also takes his backpack and places it in the door at the end of the car, obviously to let in some air. When the train stops and opens its doors at a station, he peeks his head out!
As the train approaches Division/Milwaukee, he places a card which says "33 Issues FREE", possibly from a magazine, in the space above the left doors, on the Blue Line map. I'm thinking,

"This bastard has lost his damn mind. If he's not off this train at Jackson, I'm surely going to report him to the conductor."

Fortunately for the silly punk, he exited the train at Monroe, the stop preceeding Jackson. As he exited at Monroe, I stuck up my middle finger at him.