Oh, good. Now there is a screaming toddler on the train.
That makes the evening commute just perfect!
Actually, it doesn’t bother me. Well, not that much, anyway.
I’ve sat a row ahead of many a screaming child on airplanes going much farther
than the Red Line. You have to forgive a baby. By definition, they don’t know
any better. They have no idea how close they come to making the working stiffs
on the train break a window to jump into the dark tunnel and onto the tracks.
What really gets me are the adults. The adults who should
know how to behave, and yet don’t.
