July 29th, 2011 Hardcore Budd Action and oh My GOSHHHH!!!

7/29/2011 WB #15 bus: I board at 51st and Lake Park on my way to the 47th Red Line station. This bus is crowded, and it gets even more crowded a few stops down when a woman in a wheelchair boards. That is not my only or worse concern, because when I boarded, I smelled something that smelled like feces and puke, mixed together! Fortunately, I see nothing on the bus that resembled either/or/both in any way, shape, or form. But what boggles me is the fact that no one else said, or maybe even thought, anything about it, but me and me only! Maybe they didn't care, even if they did notice the rancid smell!

LATER
IB Red Line train: Okay, here I am, at the 47th stop, and I am about to step into car #5. The doors open right in front of me, and there in the middle of the doorway, stands a tall, black man, with an unfolded metal cart full of stuff in bags! What's even worse is the fact that he stares at me as I board, and continues staring at me as I move to the opposite end of the car, completely ignoring the CZ engagement ring I'm wearing (I assume that engagement rings don't and won't work with pervs on the Red Line). The freakin' perverty pack-rat hoarder continues to stare at me, until the train reaches 43rd Street, and then he begins staring out the doors at the expressway traffic, what he should've been doing in the first place!

AND LATER
OB Blue Line train: I am heading to the Cumberland stop to utilize services at Triton College Library (again). I am in Budd car #2236, one I've been in before, and one, that for some strange reason, still has a missing certificate. What's more odd is that from Jackson to Cumberland, some pretty odd stuff really goes down in this one car. A standing woman, concentrating on nothing but the book she's reading nearly falls like, twice, as the train travels at high speed, thinking that she's too damn important to sit next to anyone. Or maybe she was mocking me, because I stood up the entire ride, unwilling to sit next to anyone on the crowded Budd. After nearly falling at least two times, she still stands up while keeping her head in that damn book!
A Hispanic guy, freakishly handsome, screams into the cell phone as he speaks with a friend while the train travels at top speed through the tunnel, and the train's noise virtually drowns out completely his screaming! I was thinking,

"Why the heck are you even bothered about this? Is it worth losing your voice over?"

At two different stations, the doors pop open repeatedly to let some lucky ghost passengers board after visible passengers have already boarded.

Some stupid hood man curses worse than a sailor and a tinker combined while talking to someone on his cell phone.

I stand up the entire time, from Jackson to Cumberland, witnessing all of this junk, and thinking to myself when I reach my destination,

"Okay, I want to buy a Budd, but I don't know about buying this one."

Later that day, I boarded Budd car #2319 at the Oak Park stop, and rode it to Kedzie-Homan, and I was the only one in it, celebrating the desolation by...doing nothing.