The El Evangelist strikes again
She announces herself loudly and purposefully as she enters the train car at Wilson: "Dear Lord, bless me and everyone on this train."
I've written about her before, the El Evangelist. This time I sit back and enjoy the show -- while writing copious notes, of course.
"I was sleeping at 5:40 this morning just like you and didn't want to get up. But before I knew it I was up and dressed and on my way under God's wings."
Passengers avoid all eye contact with the 50ish average-sized woman, looking quite stylish in a brown leather jacket and sporting a fuzzy pink pillbox hat.
"Now, don't even think about messing with me on my job, calling the CTA or police. My job is different from yours, and I don't bother you on your job. You can be rude or ignore me, but when it's all over, you'll have to bend your knee and praise God." And she kneels down in the middle of the aisle.
Finally, the passengers are getting restless. A woman sitting next to me complains to her: "I have a hearing aid and you're hurting my ears." Then she and another passenger bring out cell phones -- not to dial 911 but to amuse their friends. They hold their phones up so they can catch her rants.
Then another rider does call police, as fellow passengers help by providing the car number. She just ignores them, telling those boarding at Fullerton:
"Oh, you're in for a treat today! Don't let me scare you, let me bless you. You know, they smoke dope on these trains, they do drugs, they talk on cell phones."
Finally she figures she's done her job in this car, and prepares to exit at North and Clybourn. As she leaves the car, she exclaims:
"Don't worry about me. I've been taking abuse like this for years. I'm used to it."