Turn that down please
A 50-ish woman boards at Loyola and seems immediately annoyed by the hip-hop music eminating loudly from the headphones of an 8-year-old boy, two rows ahead of her.
As we pulled into Granville, she walks up the aisle, reaches across the kid's older brother, taps the younger boy on the shoulder and asks him to turn it down.
He does and she sits back down. We all ride to work and school a little happier (most of us) and certainly more quietly.
That's actually the first time I have ever seen that happen.
As I mentioned Sunday, two weeks of commuting bliss are over.