I stepped into the train the other day and was amazed to see an empty bench at 4pm! I was about to sit down when this odour of a public toilet assaulted my nostrils. I then noticed that this homeless guy was sitting on the opposite bench and was fiddling with a his pants fly and a bottle.
I couldn't move away as the train was filling up, but I did stay standing as far away as I could. I was busy reading my book but couldn't help but notice what he was doing from the corner of my eye. This old man was weeing into the soda bottle! On the train! Granted he was really discreet about it and managed to put the bottle inside his zipper and not just whip it out for the world to see. But everyone knew what he was doing - the bottle was see-thru!
And then for the whole trip i knew there was a bottle of urine under the bench!
To top things off, it turns out he's not just incontinent, he's also totally crazy and has these crazy eyes that point in different directions which made his ravings even more crazy! He sat there, after relieving himself, and grumbled at no-one in particular about how "they are trying to destroy him" and "these are gangs" (pointing to the people standing in the car) and he "has no time for children"...
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