We’re on our way back from a White Sox game in the first car. At Harrison, about 15-20 18-year-olds jam onto the train. They’re all beautiful people, dressed for some fun after the first week of classes. The girls outnumber the guys.
Three gals take up one two-seater. One guy likes what he see and falls prone across all three laps. No spankings here though, as he lay face up enjoying the looks on his friends’ faces.
Ms. El-Know-It-All consults the map and proclaims, “Oh no, it’s more than an hour to Morse!” – when in reality it’s about 40-45 minutes.
The loud and lively riders proceeds north to their party destination. Meanwhile, at the other end of the car, another clutch of young folks gab away – one a stunningly beautiful woman. This dark-skinned beauty wears a short black dress with pink crinoline slip underneath, black patent leather faux cowboy boots with one – just one-- hot pink fishnet knee sock peeking out of the top over her black tights. Fabulous!
At Belmont (of course), a huge tranny boards. This guy is at least 6-4, and 230 pounds. She sits and immediately zones out, sleeping with her eyes and mouth open. Many of the college kids are greatly amused, since some of them have never seen a transvestite, let along a Gordita-eating transvestite.
As the train rolls into Loyola, the partygoers exit and regroup to find out where they are going. I’m glad they aren’t drinking and driving.