Every week I teach the cello in the suburbs to a multitude of students. And every morning from the burbs I take the Metra, a commuter train into the City of Chicago. As I stroll inside the train car, usually humming to myself 98.7 classical radio, I take a seat in a very nice comfortable spot that has a nice clear view of the outside. My friend Bob usually joins me if he is in town as well. From time to time we see some sorry bloke or group of chatty ladies giving both of us glares. These glares are more than just your normal morning PMS, they are territorial sneers. We have taken their spot on the train! Heavens sake, oh my god, what have we done! People get all hung up in their daily routine, that even the slightest change gives them total and utter despair, grief, and anger.
I myself am accustomed to this type of crazy thinking too. Because I live in the city, MY routine is to get onto the blue line into the city every morning, stand in the crevasse right at the door opening for only two stops, Western (where I get on) and only the Damen stop. After those two stops, I am clear of any new traffic coming onto the train, and I can enjoy the company of my roommate - talk workouts, sports, politics, what will happen in the market etc...
This morning! Oh this morning, I stood in my spot, and here came the Damen stop, where I was silly enough not to walk outside and let the poor soles walking into the train first so I could easily take my spot again, but this time I just let them in! Without thinking! Bob, my roommate saw my face, and just started laughing at how disgusted I was and angered I was with these two ladies that took MY SPOT. As I put it this morning, "they took any or of little control I have with my life away from me at 7:15 a.m." Bob then replied, "you should blog about this, it's been a long time."
And so here I am, they took MY SPOT DAMN IT!
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