Oh Max Rider! How I Detest You.
Oh people. I try to be positive. We're all on this earth together. And granted, I've been moody this week. Listen, I really am so proud of Portlanders who take the train and leave their cars at home. But this week I have shared the train with some amazing folks.
This guy in the ugly hat didn't do anything wrong, but I wanted to commemorate the moment- I got to enjoy a double feature from the guy next to me. The first reel was Fat F*cker Eats A Box Of Fried Chicken On The MAX. The second reel was Greasy-Fingered Fat Guy Operates an Iphone. I like to think the guy in the hat outside is also watching the phenomenon of the chicken-eater.
This guy in the cowboy hat was hitting on a teenager who had the unfortunate luck of being seated next to him- loudly, and at great length. In this photo, he is looking at me taking a picture of a pedophile.One time in 2005, a guy moved so I could hang my bike and not get kicked off the train. I hate every other person on every other train besides him.















1 Comments:
I always liked taking the Max more than taking the bus though. One time I was riding in on the 19 and the guy in front of me had a tattoo pretty high on the back of his neck, written in a serif-y script, that said: Herpes. I am not making this up. Totally have two (crappy) camera pics to prove it. At least 5 people looked at me while I was trying to take the pics w/o him noticing and turning around.
I had more random conversations on the Max (and definitely got hit on more when riding the Max), but talked to more people on a regular basis on the bus. Strangely friends with a guy on Twitter now because I talked to him one day on the ride home (he works at The Oregonian, but took the buyout so his last day is next week). That's all.
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