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.

No Pants commuters in NYC

Well finally some commuters after my own heart




NEW YORK - From the waist up, they looked like perfectly normal commuters. That wasn’t good enough for police.

Eight pranksters who dropped their pants and showed their underwear on the subway on Sunday were taken into custody and issued summonses for disorderly conduct. All were ultimately released, said Improv Everywhere, the group that organized the stunt.

The group said more than 160 riders participated in the fifth annual No Pants Subway Ride before police halted their No. 6 train about 5 p.m.

Charlie Todd, who founded Improv Everywhere in 2001, said it’s not his group’s intent to offend. He said he wants to create scenes of chaos and joy in public places around New York.

“It was our intent to make people laugh,” he said. “We try to give people a great story to tell.”

Todd, a teacher and performer, said the police overreacted when they turned a harmless event into something that inconvenienced lots of subway riders. A judge will determine whether those issued summonses will be punished.


Well anyways of course an article like that got me to thinking... What if we did the samething on the South Shore? Now the key for me is to avoid the same fate that befell the 8 people who were arrested sans drawers. It took a little bit of plotting, but here is the plan. We convince the Gorditas to participate. Now I know most of the faithful are now hanging into a garbage can wretching up their respective meals, but stick with me for a moment please. In order to have perfect crime, you need a patsy... A Lee Harvey Oswald if you will. Now my theory is based on the slowest hyena theory. The slowest hyena is the one that is captured by the lions and eaten, while the rest of the faster hyenas run away to live another day, and laugh at the loser hyena who just became lunch. What happens is when the cops come, the Gorditas become the fattest (ergo slowest) hyenas and we all run away to laugh and play again another day. I love it when a plan comes together.

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