Transit follies On the way to work today I got stuck in a jam-packed car next to 2 high school kids. For the 20-minute ride, the boy was telling the story of how he invited a bunch of friends over and they paid another friend $5 to drink an entire bottle of laxative. If $5 seems too low, let me say that said friend didn't know he was drinking laxative. He thought they were paying him $5 to drink a Diet Coke.

The girl insisted that she would've thought it was hilarious if she had done it, as long as it wasn't at her own house (as in this situation). Not wanting to seem like a downer, she finally conceded, "Well, as long as you had more than one bathroom."

At one point I saw one of the passengers involuntarily twitch backwards and mutter, "Oh Lord." That was before the conversation wandered off onto how morning-after pills make your uterus explode. Also how the kid wished he had given his friend laxatives plus Viagra.

On the way home, on another crowded train, there was a baby crying. No, laughing. No, SCREAMING. It was creepy as could be. The kid would laugh, normal at first then harder and harder going into hysteria, transition into screaming which then turned into crying. The cry would devolve into a kind of sobbing, choking and then we were right back where we started.

I couldn't actually see it so I couldn't verify the transitions, but it sounded a hell of a lot more like "The Exorcist" than a regular baby. I think it was actually worse than the Ex-Lax couple. 

¶ 10:50 PM