When my train gets to Whitby, it's not full. There are seats available throughout all the levels but for some reason, this obnoxious woman chose to sit upstairs with her iPhone set to the loudest volume possible and she sat next to me.
As we rolled away, she proceeded to apply a full face of make-up and... AND ... AND ... plucked her eyebrows. True story.
The woman and man across from me were completely grossed out as we all watched her blow her eyebrow hairs off her tweezers onto God knows what. I cringed inwardly.
At one point, while curling her eyelashes, she indulged in a full-blown conference call where all three of us got to hear both sides of the conversation. All I can say is, Blake better get those reports done or he's out of a job come Friday. They really didn't have nice things to say about Blake. Poor Blake. You better get your shit together, dude. This woman is gunning for you.
Her call ends and she toggles back to her music which, from what I can gather because my husband listens to this band, is the Eagles - Greatest Hits. Not only did we listen to Hotel California once, but three more times which I believe is her tune of choice while putting on make-up. Everybody knows that song is 180 minutes long. Listening to it once is torture enough, but two more times causes me to feel violent. You know what other songs cause me to feel violent? Anything by Wings, especially Silly Love Songs and any song by Neil Young. My ears bleed. I want to lay a beat down on anything in my path. This is solely a personal opinion. My husband loves Neil Young. I do not. You can cite every concert reference of his in the planet, you can go on how amazing he is as a song writer, my opinion won't change. You can have him come over to my house and tune my guitar for me, I'll still want to put him on mute.
At about Scarborough, I had reached my limit for asshole behavior and kindly asked her to turn down her music. She did. And once again, nobody stood up and hoisted me onto their shoulders and chanted, "Cindy! Cindy! Cindy!" like how it should go down.
You're bloody welcome.
8 comments:
"Cindy! Cindy! Cindy!"
Neil Young rules! I saw him in Kitchener last year with Crazy Horse. It was cool.
Apparently the iPhone rules, too... and funny enough, I don't own one.
As long as she complied then then all is good. The worst ones are when you politely complain and they give you expletives. If that were to happen to me, I would be starting some fist fights right now.
I never said she was nice about it.
But she complied. She didn't want to see my beats.
People freak when called out on bad behaviour. It's a defense mechanism. As long as it wasn't physical, not much can be done.
Anyhoodles: Yay! But she will continue her bad behaviour as she sees nothing wrong with it.
neil young isnt my thing either, but id take his music over justin bieber anyday.... which isnt saying much, since i dont like either..... but at least neil can: sing,write his music, and holds partial ownership in lionel trains....
And Neil can probably climb the Great Wall of China on his own, too.
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