COME on!

Every day my inbound commute involves packed or never-arriving trains or the insufficient alternative--a shuttle. Packed shuttles, caught-in-traffic shuttles, shuttles smelling faintly of urine mixed with a hasty spray of Lysol, the whole lot.

It's sad, but you kind of get used to the torture and accept being really late and go about your business and try not to freeze to death.

But I've noticed there is always some guy--always older, always white, always tall, always underdressed for the weather--getting irrationally mad, incensed, screaming at people who have no control over the situation.

Waiting to get on a shuttle last night, one guy shouts above the din, "I've been walking back and forth out here for ten fucking minutes! COME on!" For a spot-on rendition of what he sounded like, see below.