Commuting

There are wonderful things about taking the train to work instead of driving. The main thing is that I get to read a lot more than I used to. In fact, I've been reading at such a workmanlike pace since I started my new job that I simply took all the books I own but have not read and put them on the top shelf of my bookcase. I started on one end, and I'm reading them all. I should be done by 2014.

There are also... interesting... things about riding public transportation. You see a lot of crazy stuff, and sometimes crazy stuff happens to you. A drooling drunk man fell on me once. That was bad. That was about the worst. However, I would never have witnessed a guy in a gorilla suit videotaping a nutso homeless preacher, or a man painted silver arguing with drunken Cubs fan about whether they were allowed to touch his silver barrel. They weren't.

This morning, a guy was attempting to pick fights with people on the train. When they would ignore him, he said "Well, have a nice day... in spite of your attitude," while making elaborate hand gestures that were a cross between signals from a third-base coach and Madonna's "Vogue." I was going to make a joke about stealing home when I got off the train, but... I guess I just did.