Tuesday, May 01, 2001

- On MARTA, why do you stare? It is impolite.
- On MARTA, why do you stretch out on the seat like it is the couch in your home? The moto goes: "relax and enjoy the ride" not stretch out and sleep.
- Before boarding MARTA, always bathe and/or shower (bathe at night, shower in the morn, it won't kill you) - its getting steamy outside. In addition to the pollen index being over board, we don't need the additional "aromas" interfering with the ozone and with breathing space.

GEEZ!!!!!

I met a man on the train who "knew" me. We were talking, casually. I don't recall how it all began. But somewhere in between he extended his hand and introduced himself. I did the same and his eyes widened.

/conversation picks up here/

"DARNI!!!??? Do you have a journal online called She's Come Undone?"
"Yes," I replied almost cautiously.
"I KNOW YOU!!!!" He actually pointed his finger at me. "I read your journal, at work, almost everyday. Damn, it's a small world," he said.
"I guess the Internet has played a part."
"It sure has," he said looking more closely at my face.
I turned towards the window. Like I said, before that, we were conversing casually about something I don't recall, now I wanted him to go away. I could sense the sudden change.

"All that stuff you write about real?"
I almost laughed.
"What stuff?"
"You wrote something about a pussy not being weak."

I could have died. Of all the things I've divulged on that blog, and he pulls out something I wrote months and months and months ago.

"What do you think?"
"Well I don't know. I'm open to suggestions."
"Suggestions? That was a rant. I was just blowing off steam."
"It wasn't true?"
"Yes, my opinions are my truths."
"I'm just curious to know how strong it is?"
"How strong what is?"
"Don't get mad. You wrote it."
"You must have misunderstood what you read."
"You said a pussy could be so strong that it could squeeze a man's penis off."
"I didn't say that." I almost laughed. Almost. At his stupidity. A suit a tie does not always dress a genius. Remember, Bozo the Clown attended college too.

"I thought you were telling the truth."
"Re-read it."
"I'll re-read it if you give me your phone number so I can call you after I read it. D.A.R.N.I." He put so much emphasis on my name that I gritted my teeth. It was like he was taunting me, like we were on the playground at school.

"I'm not giving you my number?"
"How are you going to know if I re-read it?"
"You can email me."
"Why? I live in the same city as you."
"Excuse me, my stop is coming up." I lied. I was getting off just to get away from him.
"Wait. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to offend you. That story just remained with me longer than it should have."
"I'm glad it had an impact on your life."

/conversation ends here/

For the record, once again - all that I write is true. I may exaggerate, embellish as we all do from time to time but for the most part it is the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth so help me . . . MARTA.

posted by Darni @ 5/01/2001 06:54:00 PM