For once, a crazy person at the metro station chose someone other than me to harass. Usually, when a crazy person is on the train, I end up being the person he or she tries to speak to. This time, the victims were the man sitting on the same bench as me and his female companion.
Last night, I took the train home after doing some last-minute research for the project that I am filming tomorrow. As I sat on the bench at the U Street station waiting for my train, this man in his late thirties walks about 5 feet away from the bench. He then proceeds to exhale loudly and perfom what looked to be some type of yoga stretch. I was a little sleepy at that point, so I chose to ignore him. The few times I did glance up to see how far away the train was, I saw him doing more silly poses with an idiotic grin on his face.
Suddenly, the subway yoga practitioner spoke. He looked at the man sitting next to me on the bench, who was clearly on some kind of date, and said “Excuse me sir. I hate to interrupt your solitude, but I just wanted to tell you that I am not your competition! You need to recognize who your competition is, because I am not it!”
The man sitting next to me on the bench looked at him with an expression that said “What in the blue hell are you talking about?” Then he looked at his date, who had the same look of confusion on her face, followed by the look that people get when they realize a person is crazy and want to avoid eye-contact.
Yoga man turned to the side, and started smirking with that same deranged simpleton grin from before. When the train finally came, the couple waited for Yoga man to get on, then they made it a point to walk to the next car to avoid him. So ladies and gentlemen, the moral of this story is: Better them than me!
Oh yeah, breaking news: It is looking like the Sunday Source story in the Washington Post with me in it is not running until November 4th. I’m not saying you can’t still buy the newspaper…but I won’t be in it. So ladies, if you’re looking for photos of me to put up on your dresser and look at while you daydream and wonder what it’s like to be with a real man like such as myself, you’ll have to go back to the entry I put in here the other day, and print that photo I ”borrowed” from my sister’s wedding photographer’s site. I’ll let you all know as far as the status of things with the Post story.
Man…those crazy fools need to be banished to some island where they won’t bother normal people ever again.
Why do they feel the need to spread their craziness? It’s like a disease!
This is nothing. Come to atl where u see them p pop on the train for change.
HAHHAHAHAHAHAH Leon you stupid!!! I must say I have been harassed on the metro too… thank GOODNESS I only work 15 min from my house now so I can drive in ~smooch~
oh..i would have looked crazy yoga man right in the eye…and said…
“i think WE BOTH know who the competition is…” and then id have tilted my head in YOUR direction..lol
xoxo
That’s funny. I wonder if he meant that YOU were the guys real competition. I mean after all, your swagger is so phenomenal that it just might warrant a warning from one man to another lol. He was just tryna look out and he getting called all kinds of crazy lol.
So I recently learned what it means to “Superman dat hoe” and I think it may warrant a part two to your post a while back because I’d love to read what your thoughts are on it lol. If you don’t already know hit me up and I’ll tell you.
p poppin on the marta?
as often as i’ve taken the marta, i haven’t seen that–maybe i’m in the wrong car lol or maybe that only happens at the five points station lol
u know, crazy people really do say the darndest things–i think that should be a show (there’s already a movie for it “crackheads gone wild”–a town stand up!)
The crazies LIVE in the Five Points MARTA station, don’t get it twisted. LOL
That competition line is classic! I live in NC and we don’t have that form of transportation. Judging from your horror stories, I am glad that we don’t.
nice page!
“[I]f you’re looking for photos of me to put up on your dresser and look at while you daydream and wonder what it’s like to be with a real man like such as myself, you’ll have to go back to the entry I put in here the other day, and print that photo I ‘borrowed’ from my sister’s wedding photographer’s site.”
Yep, I know *I* certainly fucking did it!!! And, baby looks good sitting on top of my dresser. ;-)
Well, I guess crazy people like company just like the rest of us :)
Ugh, I feel you on the crazy people thing lately..
I live right near one of those “special” homes, where they house crazy people. And this one dude was trying to catch up with me while I was jogging >:| talking about “I can help you!” WTF? When I finally lost him, on the way back home, I see this fool sitting against the wall shitting! Pants down and all! Shitting in the middle of the sidewalk!
I need to go back to the gym…
It’s actually my one of my aspirations to become a crazy train person. Not that I want to be homeless or anything. I’ll still bathe, maintain a steady 9 to 5 and pay my taxes. I just want to break out in spontaneous moments of insanity. Like my husband and were shopping at Target and I saw spiderman phone. I begged my husband to by it for me so I could use it on the train. When you press various buttons, it rings and recites generic spiderman phrases. I wanted to whip it out during rush hour, press the button and then scream “HIS SPIDER SENSES ARE TINGLING! THERE MUST BE DANGER AFOOT!” And then quietly exit at the next station. (I also begged for those green foam Incredible Hulk fists so I could punch people who block doors in the chest and scream “ERICA SMASH!!!!” I’m crossing my fingers I get one or the other for Christmas this year.)