Purgatory With Pantagraphs

From the depths of commuter hell, comes Purgatory with Pentagraphs. These are the continuing stories of the brave souls who commute daily to Chicago on the South Shore electric train, and the muggles who are unfortunate enough to meet them.

Black Friday is in the books

So we managed to survive Muggle Invasion 2005, aka the Taste of Chicago, with minimal damage... that is except for the dope who managed to close her finger in the door.

I got stuck with a loser college couple who didn't want to share seats at all, like typical muggles. Nerd ended up moving over to sit with us later, and was soon followed by High Matinence. The girl of the couple saw a couple of her buddies so she went back and talked to them, while her penis of a boyfriend wouldn't let anyone sit in her seat, dispite the fact that she was more interested in talking to her friends, than his boring ass. I just can't stand tourists who think because they pay money for a train ticket, it means they own every seat they want, dispite the rest of the world exsisting around them. Hopefully they had to stand the rest of the way to South Bend, as of course they were in the wrong car, and all of the seats were gone long before they figured it out.

1 Comments:

  • At 10:39 AM, Blogger RarelyQuiet said…

    Gotta love it when they get ticked off...."we've got how many more cars to walk?" As they carry their entire life's collection of items in suitcases and duffle bags. I have to laugh at them and I don't care how mean it is :)

     

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