The rock-blaring kid
Mar. 15th, 2004 09:33 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
estiriseOn my train ride up to work this morning, there was this kid that got on. He was absolutely *blaring* some heavy rock music. I glared at him, because if there's one thing you don't do, it's play loud music on a train.
He moved off towards the back of the car, and got off at the next station. Or so I thought.
When I got off at the station, who got off the next car? Surprise! The rock-blaring kid. He saw me, he flipped me the bird.
Somehow, I'm not surprised he was going to the thinly-disguised continuation school about a block from the station. We often see the kids in the afternoon; they're usually a headache for both us and the drivers, but it's not like they can be banned from the station when they're waiting for a train. Unfortunately....
He moved off towards the back of the car, and got off at the next station. Or so I thought.
When I got off at the station, who got off the next car? Surprise! The rock-blaring kid. He saw me, he flipped me the bird.
Somehow, I'm not surprised he was going to the thinly-disguised continuation school about a block from the station. We often see the kids in the afternoon; they're usually a headache for both us and the drivers, but it's not like they can be banned from the station when they're waiting for a train. Unfortunately....
