Piss Train

Oh yes, I've mentioned my love for public transportation before. I do not regret selling my car in order to be more green or for that matter saving on gas and insurance or having to deal with finding a parking space after an already long day at work. That is until I ride the Red Line home and some crazy decides to relieve themselves leaving a cascading puddle of urine under foot.

I tried to convince myself that this was not what it was, that someone had spilled a beverage. Perhaps Squirt or Mountain Dew, but no, it was what it was. I suppose it could have been worse. It could have been number two. Hmm. Stayed tuned.