Some days it rocks.  And some days it only carries rocks.

This morning we had the pleasure of sitting across the aisle from a woman with her son (he’s probably about 9 years old).  I made the mistake of making eye contact early on.  Her kid was playing with his Transformers and made a loud to that I, without thinking, turned to look at.  More habit than anything.  When I looked over she was looking at me so I smiled and then turned away.

About a minute later she was offering everyone on the train a York Peppermint Patty.  Gregg and I turned her down.  She then offered it to the man sitting behind me.  When he said no it sounded more like, “Excuse me?  Are you talking to ME?  No – I don’t wany your nasty chocolate.  What the heck are you even asking me for?  leave me alone you annoying little gnat!”

Really, all he said was “No.”

Then she waved it to all three of us again and said, “Are you sure you don’t want any chocolate?”  Then directly to me she said, “They’re really low in fat.”

What the –?

“No thanks.  I’m good.  Really.”

Then the man sitting behind me waved her over and whispered something to her to which she responded with something to effect of, “Ok, I’m sorry.  I won’t do it again.”

What do you think he said?  The one with the cleverest guess wins … something.

Then she sat back down again and said something about the weather being cold and how she likes cold weather.  Smile and nod.  No eye contact or we’ll be chatting it up the whole way.

She stood up, crossed the short aisle, invading my personal space something fierce and proceeded to tell us why she likes cold weather.  She has siezures when it gets to hot.  She had surgery on her wrist (“See the scar?”) and then on her head (“Just this pass March – see the scar on my head?”).

I’m so mean.  My only thought was, “Lady, you’re two inches from my face.  Yes, of course I see the scar on your head.”

Anyway… it’s Friday.  And it’s only morning.