Fight (Almost)

I said I would blog about my adventures on TriMet, but nothing too extraordinary has happened.  Sometimes I see things that make me feel pretty good about humanity – like the spacey kid with his pants belted around his knees getting up to give his seat to the lady with crutches before being asked.  Sometimes I see things that are funny – like the dude with a case of beer just handing them out to everyone on the train and starting a party.  Sometimes, though, I see things that make me sad for humanity, but I don’t need to bring out those stories.  So instead I’ll tell one that started in that direction, but had a sort of comical twist.

I was sitting near the back of the train and heard a lady yelling.  It sounded like she thought she was in a fight, but I couldn’t tell if the other person was as into the fight as she was.  I imagine the other person was standing there, having inadvertently offended her, not knowing how to get out of an awkward situation with a crazy person.  I guess this because I only ever heard one voice.

Well, the Max driver got tired of the yelling and at the next stop got on the intercom to ask them to take the fight off the train.  The angry girl immediately jumped off and started yelling curse words mixed in with things like “How dare you look at me that way,” or “Who do you think you are?”  While she was having her fit trying to get the fight to follow her, the driver just closed the door and started on down the tracks leaving her with no one to accost.

Well done, driver.