Light Rail Diaries: 11.18.13

Light Rail Diaries


Ok, so I got off today on time around 4 pm.  The short walk to the freedom was a welcome stroll until….the cold chill of Jack Frost gave me a quick 1, 2 to the jaw when I opened the office door.  “This weather is NOT the business,” is what I muttered as I struggled to make it outside.

As I began my walk to the train station I noticed something.  Winter is in full effect!  Anybody that knows me knows that I’m a man that loves the warmth of summer.  Winter chills and hot, heavy clothes rank real low on my “favorites” list.

Today on the train, I saw several people that could make arguments for either case of loving or hating winter time.  They all made compelling “arguments.”  One individual even decided to play in the middle of the road.

First, there was this couple that sat beside me on our two seater bench seat.  These two were all cuddled up generating body heat like they were an electric heater.  Wait…what?  “C’mon bro.  I know it’s chilly, but y’all don’t need to be cramping me over here by the window because y’all wanna make a human s’more.”  My facial expression must’ve given away how I was feeling, because they put their love session on pause and moved to another seat.

The second instance of our wintertime argument came right before I got off the train.  There was a gentleman sitting close to the door.  He was bundled up as if it were 40 degrees outside.  A little overdone, but I could feel his pain.

Apparently, I don't hide my facial expressions very well.

Apparently, I don’t hide my facial expressions very well.

In his hand was a brown bag with what looked like a 40 ounce “beverage” enclosed.  From time to time he would take a sip.  Whenever the doors opened, allowing winter’s cold chill to invade our space, he would take a deep gulp.  As I walked passed him, I asked…”rough day?”  He responded with…”bro, you don’t know the half.”

I gave him a customary head nod to acknowledge his discomfort.  As I got off the train to head home, I told him to “take it easy” while he responded with “keep it warm.”  We both smiled as I left, and he took another gulp of his cold remedy.

Now, I’ve given you an example of folk who seemed to enjoy the cold weather.  Then I showed you how others, like myself, think it’s not their favorite time of year.  I would be remiss if I didn’t tell you about the gentleman I saw board the train who seemed to teeter on both sides of the spectrum.  This guy, who we’ll call Joe, boarded the train shortly after the smores couple vacated my seat.  He proceeded to stroll to the rear of the train and sat directly behind me.

Now Joe seemed a bit confused to me.  He wore one of those knit caps with the little poofy ball on the top.  He also sported a full beard to keep his face warm.  Saying that his beard was full would be an understatement.  The length of it would surely allow him to be a full fledged member of the Duck Dynasty family.  He would make Si a proud man.

Here is where it got a little weird.  My man was dressed from the neck up like it was fully winter time.  From the neck down…not so much.  Home boy was rockin’ the short sleeved shirt.  Not too “out there,” because I’ve seen people rockin’ the short or sleeveless look in cold weather quite often.  It’s when I noticed that ole boy was rockin cargo shorts that I began to think something was up.

"Joe's" beard would make Uncle Si proud.

“Joe’s” beard would make Uncle Si proud.

When he sat down, things became a tad bit clearer to me as to why Joe was dressed down so much.  He wreaked of a liquor cabinet.  So, no matter how cold it was outside…good ole Joe could probably melt ice with the mere touch of his index finger.

I turned around to give my newfound riding buddy a gander while he did his best acapella version of Rihanna’s “We Found Love.”  To my surprise…initially, he wasn’t there.  Wait…am I trippin’, or is this guy….?  Sweet Jesus.  Joe has only half a beard.

Yup.  That’s right.  Joe was fully intoxicated, fully clothed in shorts and a short sleeved shirt (in 50 degree weather)….all while having half of his face shaved.  Made for a great laugh and some interesting memories.

So, I guess Joe just proved to me that you can, indeed, have youR cake and eat it too.

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Urban Hunting

Soooooo….this week I was gonna put up a post in my Light Rail Diaries section.  It was about drunk passengers, ladies that talk too loud & spread their business, street walkers, unicorns, corporate businessmen, crazy people that drive Prius’, midgets, pregnant women, stray dogs, 6 ft tall crossdressers wearing bad wigs, dancing babies….and my all time favorite…Paula Patton.  Ok…maybe not Paula Patton.

Or, maybe not even the crazy Prius drivers.  Or, maybe I was gonna write about one or two of those things & the Mrs suggested I write something a tad bit different.

Yeah, let’s go with that.  Time to be different.  So here you go ladies and gents.  I present to you something different:

Urban Hunting

Her eyes are squinted so that she can focus on her target.  Her body is crouched low so that she can remain quiet and unseen.  Her movements are slow and steady.  She knows that the slightest noise will alert him. Just like the fiercest predator on the African plains, she stalks her prey.

Quiet & patient.  Slow & stealthy.  Patience is the name of the game she plays. Every step she takes puts her one moment closer to claiming her prize.  A prize that can only be held by one, but is constantly fought for by them both.

Here it is.  The moment of truth.  The opportunity she has worked for.  He is clueless.  She is fully aware.  Eyes still squinted.  Mind still focused.  Her muscles, once relaxed, are now tensed, flexed, and ready to pounce.

With one fluid motion, she leaps through the air.  Like a lioness stalking her prey for the pride, she leans in….. SLAP!  Right across the back of his head.  Then in a continuous motion using her arms to push him to the mattress.

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My buddy Jaylah. So sweet and full of energy.

Yup, she got him this time.  Jaylah is the Queen of the hill!  While baby Kam looks at me in disbelief like: “Dude, you really gonna let her do a brotha like that!?!”

Lets pause for a moment:

Why not say anything?  Well, because that’s what these two do (my neice and nephew…if you didn’t know).  They fight like cats and dogs all day, every day.

Had I stopped her, she just would’ve waited until I wasn’t watching.  How do I know?…well, Sam and I used to do the same thing when we were kids.

Back to our story:  There she stands.  Hands held high like a heavy weight champion who just won the title.  She feels triumphant.  So, she bounces up and down as if she’s lighter than a feather.  She’s the boss now.

Anger clouds his judgement.  So he makes it a thing of the past.  All he can think of is revenge.  Reclaiming what was once his is now his goal.

Unbeknownst to her, her most recent victim had already begun his plot of revenge.  Kam, not at all shaken by what just happened, walked away as if nothing had happened.  He used this time to chose his next course of action.

A master plan formed in the mind of a crafty and very intelligent 2 year old. Minutes later he took a totally different plan of attack than his most recent enemy.  He played it cool.  Instead of a slow stealthy approach, he chose to play the role of the double agent.

With a gentle smile and a warm hug, he embraced her.  By this time, all was forgotten by Jaylah.  She was still on cloud 9 after her recent victory. Not him.  Not Kam.  His competitive nature will not allow anything to be taken from him.  Even if what was taken was nothing more than an imaginary crown.

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Look at this guy. How could you say no to a face like that?

Revenge was on his mind.  It quickly began to show on his face.  That glowing, adorable smile that once graced his face had faded away just as quickly as it appeared.

With the swiftness of a cheetah and the skill of a football player, he wrapped his body around hers, taking her to the ground.  He looked so much like his daddy.  A chip off the ‘ole block…lil Sam looked like big Sam as he slammed ball carriers down to the ground when they dared invade his space.

Her shock was understandable.  His triumph was undeniable.  The rivalry of young siblings is only just beginning.  The crown was his once again.  In one swift motion, he used her body as a stepping stool as he stood in victory.

“STOOOOOP BABY KAMERON!” …”And now it starts” was what I mumbled to myself as the two of them wrestled and fought each other for the next few minutes.

These continuous battles that they fight day in and day out will only strengthen the relationship that they will have for years to come.  I know this because I can speak from experience.  What seems like hatred between two youngsters is actually the beginnings of a love and a bond that will not be broken by anyone else.

Moments later the screams and howls of anger and pain were replaced by cheers of joy and enthusiasm.  Oh, how quickly things change.  This is why I didn’t say anything.  I knew that at some point, they would kiss and make up.  The last thing that either of them will ever do is cause serious harm to the other.  At the end of the day, no one will protect Kam like Jaylah, and no one will fight for Jaylah like Kam.  Sibling rivalry soon blossoms into sibling love.

These two will forever share a bond that no one will break.

These two will forever share a bond that no one will break.

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