A most vicious and explicit rant
As my southbound Red Line train rolled to a rest at Chicago, I sensed -- ie. heard -- trouble brewing. Waiting to board my car was a couple who were screaming at each other.
As the door opened, the cacophony grew exponentially, especially as she entered the car and took her seat across the aisle from me
She was cursing and hollering and generally giving her companion the what-for and the you damn better not.
She was squat and roundly built, just under 5 feet tall. Her compadre was lean, lanky and at least 6 feet 2 inches tall. He was wearing a mechanic's dark blue jumpsuit.
And it continued: "mother f***er" this and "son of a bitch" that.
She already had the undivided attention of the entire car on the way to Grand. But then she spewed out the real jaw-dropper. (And please do forgive the explicitness here):
"And stop eating my pussy! Stop eating my pussy! Stop eating my pussy!"
Um, yes, three times, for emphasis I suppose.
"You come home after 10 hours of work all dirty and smelly and you won't even wash your hands! And you want to eat my pussy?"
Unfortunately, I had to disembark at Grand and missed the rest of that precious rant.