People,

This morning on the T I was lucky enough to sit between Senor Crazy Pants and Madam Lunatic. They were literally shouting at each other without looking at each other and completely disregarding that I was sitting between them. A sample of the conversation:

SCP: Don't tell me what I'm gonna do when I get to Florida!
ML: Yeah you and your sister. You'd feel it if it was your sister!
SCP: But does anyone listen to me?!? I said don't do it and he did it anyway!
ML (jabbing her finger): You can't even be a woman around here!
SCP: Forget it! That's why I'm going to Miami!

And......scene. Anyway, I was wondering why there were so many available seats on this particular car and I believe that was my answer. I ended up doing the old out and in at Harvard and traded the crazies for some smelly guy's armpit in another car.