T-Drama

On the East Coast, Public transportation is a way of life--for rich and poor alike. Every morning I walk down my block, hop on the Green Line. I'm the second stop, so I always grab a seat which are a sought after piece of property as the Train gets closer and closer to Downtown. Usually I just read (thank god for the pruett-kenney bookclub), jam out to the latest tunes posted on hiplectic, and keep to myself.

Nonetheless, with such an eclectic crowd (bankers rocking $3,00 italian shoes to a crack-head holding onto a Chiuahah like he just stole it) on the T every morning and afternoon, something interesting was bound to happe--and it did this morning. I was jamming out to Dj Skeet Skeet's Remix of "Mike Posner's Cooler Than Me" (I have actually been digging some of the heavier techno beats, and this is a really dope song that would be a good addition to any pre-party mix--Oceanside or in the South of Spain), and I heard some yelling. I instinctively paused my new iPhone 4 (NBD) and looked up from my book.

(this is the best I could find)

Unfortunately, my seat was facing away from the action, but I kept turing around to keep up with what was going on: So this Black women was screaming at this man about how he had lewdly grinded up on her, and was grinding up on other women on the T. The alleged suspect was middle-aged heavy-set man who was wearing a pink ratty t-shirt, euro-tight shorts, and easily coud've been on his way to work at Tolstoy's Used Cars (gold chains & chest hair included). Dude definitely had an eastern-euro feel/accent to him, but I would have never pegged him as a creep. (FYI--when I say eastern-euro I'm talking like Ukranian or Russian. Hungarians have way better style--DUH!)

The dude defended himself much more quietly than the women (who was obviously trying to draw attention to the situation) claiming the train was very crowded and he had bumped into her. The dialect continued to escalate for about 5 minutes, until we got to an underground stop. The women hopped off, and an instant before the train would have normally left to the next stop, the doors closed shut and the train driver said that the train needed service.

I thought that this was too weird to be a coincidence, but everyone else on the train seemed to have forgotten about the situation all together...that is until 6 of Boston's finest were storming down the stairs to the T.

The doors opened, and the poor guy who was just trying to get his grind on, was facing the other direction and got dragged the fuck out. People started cheering (I think because at this point everyone was late for work) and we were off.

I can only imagine what might happen if Toddy rode public-transpo to his internship everyday!