The irate mutterer
The southbound Red Line is stopped at Wilson. There's a slight delay -- maybe 30 to 45 seconds.
A guy behind me starts his agitated mutterings: "Close the door! What the fuck! Get this fucking train moving!"
We pull out a few seconds later. Then the train stops abruptly just south of Wilson:
"Unbelievable! Come on! What the fuck! Un-fucking believable! It's a quarter till fuckin 8! Fuck it! Let's go! Get the fuck moving conductor!
Of course, you otherwise can hear a pin drop in the car. No one moves, or makes a sound.
Thankfully, the train DOES finally move. And we come upon the bucolic scene of the Graceland Cemetery, and a dog fetching a ball in the grassy patch between the cemetery and El tracks, providing quite the contrast to his simmering anger.