The teenaged sobber meets the motorman's ire
A young woman in her late teens came running through the car, crying, sobbing, blubbering loudly. It looked like a boy cry. You know -- guy troubles.
She went to the next emergency exit, went through the door and just stayed there between cars, sobbing loudly.
An older guy sitting in the Hobo Corner buzzed for the motorman. At the next stop -- Argyle -- the motorman stopped and walked about halfway down the platform. He found her and asked from the platform what she was doing.
She sobbed: "I'm fine! Leave me alone!
He answered, unsympathetically: "What you should be crying about is that your head is gonna get knocked off between these here trains."
She looked embarrassed, and finally took a seat in the train car, still sobbing softly.