Commuter Contempt

How about, no? There must be another piece of shit scrap car laying around the yard somewhere, right. I mean, every other car on the train is a piece of shit scrap, and you mean to tell me you can’t find one more?Now we’re stuffed like sardines in here because you’re “short a car today”.

And don’t call us “folks”. I don’t know why, but it pisses me off. It’s like when someone calls you “chief”, or “champ”. Fuck you with your stupid nicknames. You call me sir motherfucker.