Ignoramuses on the MTA

Okay, so I just want to start off by saying I never had a journal, or a diary before. Growing up, I wasn't one of those kinds who kept one of these things. I mean, my mother always wanted me too, but my father said it was for sissies. Some of the greatest minds in the world kept a journal you know, and my father says they're for sissies. Some of the greatest minds I tell ya! Shows what my father knows, huh? Well anyways, I was watching TV yesterday, and they were talking about some study done on the news about how blogging, or writing your thoughts down is healthy, and can help reduce stress. So I figure I'm going to try it out, because less stress is something I need in my life.

I'll start off by getting the things that really bothered me today off my chest. First,I was taking the MTA earlier to my buddy Jerry's place, and you know how the train is always crowded, no matter what's going on there's always too many people in those damn cars. Anyway, there was this woman shoved up right against me, and she was holding a cup of coffee that didn't have a lid. Yeah, this woman really had a cup of coffee with out a lid. I'm sitting there thinking, "is she crazy?!?". All I could think about is how when every time we slightly moved, that coffee swished around that cup, and it swished right towards me. Well the inevitable happened, and she ended up spilling coffee on my arm. I had just so happened to wear my tan spring jacket, thus staining it. And the nerve of this woman, she spills on me, looks at me and makes a dis-concerned face, and just turns around as if it didn't even happen. And what can I even do in this situation? We're all packed in this car like sardines or something, so I can't even move, not to mention it's so loud while it's moving you can't even hear a person speak. Needless to say, I did nothing, once again. George Costanza, the worlds doormat, always getting stepped on. At this point at least I felt healthy. Later on after I met with Jerry, I started feeling a little under the weather. I bet it was from being on that damn MTA, or I bet that woman's coffee was tainted somehow, and got me sick. I hate taking the MTA.