Mr Crabass, meet Mr Karma

Yesterday I was banished to the vast wasteland that is the 4:30 train. Now I might blog about the nutjobs and comedy I see on the 4:00 train, but to me they are mostly funny. The 4:30 train seems to have an abnormal concentration of victims of supersized enemas, and lucky me got to sit behind one.

A normal day on the 4:00 train consists of us filling in puzzles and talking about mostly nonsense. When I am forced to ride alone or on another train, those puzzles take on more meaning as they are my last bastion of sanity. Yesterday I was minding my own business, plugging away on a seemingly brutal sudoku, when I made the mortal sin of rattling my mechanical pencil too loudly against the window. Mr Crabass that was sitting in front of me didn't take too kindly to that, and risked almost certian whiplash to turn around and give me the staredown. I don't think he took too kindly to me laughing at his reaction either, but that my friends is a horse of a different color. Soon Mr. Crabass gave up his intimidating dirty looks campaign and turned around in a huff. Right before his stop, he decided to make a quick bathroom stop, except he forgot to observe one of my necesary rules for train-riding... Lock the Bathroom door. Within 15 seconds someone of course opens the door revealing Mr. Crabass in all of his wrinkled old glory I would assume. Now after Karma evened the score with Mr. Crabass, I can only wonder... did he give the invader a dirty look, and then did Karma kick his ass again later? Its just too bad I couldn't follow Mr Crabass home to see if he put his car in a ditch or something of the like.