Baggage Jam

This tale of Seat-Hogging assholery comes from a fan. We’ll call her…oh I don’t know… “SuperAwesomeCoolnessAndStuff.” Let’s listen in now, shall we?

“I expected a full train heading south on the blue line towards downtown on a Thursday evening at 5pm rush hour.  What I couldn’t forsee was a pack train car turned boy school lounge.  These D-bags sat one per seat complete with their dirty shoes on the seats around them, threw their luggage by the doors so people had to crawl around them and get smacked in their legs by the the unattended bags. It was almost like they were trying to win a D-bag award.  Also, the one in the corner had a full size speaker set blasting Michael Jackson songs on full volume.  I was so sorry for the one little old lady sitting right next to this ass.

I wanted so badly to shove their bags out the doors during the stops.
Cheers!”

Baggage Jam Continued

The heart breaketh deep and wide, SuperAwesomeCoolnessAndStuff. The words “cluster” and “fuck” pop into my head for some reason.

Oh yeah, these guys probably are probably all headed to a dry cleaning convention. Asses.

Keep ‘em coming people!