My morning commute on the Metro has become a wasteland of ineptitude this week. The other day it was idiot lady making her kid be amongst society while carrying the plague. Today, it's creepy sex fiend teens.
These two girls got on the train and started conversing about how girl on the left has a major crush on Mr. Cameron. At first I ignored it and thought about what it would be like for a high schooler to be in love with Ferris Bueller's best friend. As I quickly laughed and tried to get back into the book I am reading, she continues to delve into the details. Like how she stole his cell phone number from his phone bill that was on his desk. How she sent him text messages anonymously just to make sure it worked. how she found out his favorite color ("earth tones, he loves earth tones"). These two girls went on about his divorce last year and how his ex-wife was "so totally mean and a bitch" at school functions. Crush girl went on to ask "How am I supposed to find cute outfits in earth tones to wear for him to class?" and "If I do that often enough, you think he'll figure out it was me who was text messaging him?" I'm glad I got off the train before they started talking about where he lived or if she was going to kill him in his sleep in a jealous rage.
Fucking creepy, man. I thought I was in an SVU episode. Of course, if that means Mariska is showing up, fine my me.
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