Today's Crazy Adventure!
I am aboard "The Pennsylvanian!"
Eastbound and down. Up rather by cardinal direction on a map.
Lemme tell you about the fun I had boarding in Pittsburgh...
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"I don't like waiting in line".
Was the line, I delivered with a growl to the cocksucker who didn't like me "hanging out" in his territory.
I had to balance killing him with making the train.
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Boys who tell on me get cursed. Not the linguistics kind. The bad kind.
A man-off won is always a smiling memory for me.
So this jackass said "you can't be over the yellow line".
As if my safety was his priority.
The yellow line along the tracks. I was standing on "the dots".
Waiting for the queue to board to go away. Because why wait smashed up against people when waiting while hanging out is free'er?
I am used to "wide open spaces".
Some dude didn't like it.
A maintenance male. A small bit of authority. Not enough to stop me.
His boss however the conductor, technically, could have prevented me from boarding.
But the cocksucker who ran his mouth to me like I wasn't capabable.of hanging him from the caboose, while smiling, couldn't.
When fighting "The Men" (guys with any power) I have to engage only when I have "the moral high ground".
I wasn't doing anything wrong.
In fact I was consciously trying to be gallant by not adding myself to the crowd alighting.
Therefore as soon as he said something I said to myself "I got him in an ambush".
I was confrontational in degrees, to get maximum damage as he approached fearless.
(didn't spring the trap till he was good and close)
So when he said "get off the yellow line" I did.
I stepped back about an inch over it onto the "legal" side.
Which was a message:
"I heard you, fuck off".
Which he got.
And thought to himself "easy prey. I can use my authority to make him look bad".
Which is what I wanted.
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My only mistake was not "unshealthing my saber" (my smartphone on dual-record video) and making him look stupid on camera.
I gotta remember next time. A habit I shall get into.
Anyway he said something indicating he was gonna tell on me if I didn't listen to him.
Which given my desire to get out of the wilderness of Western Pennsylvania I did.
I got in line (3). After I said something else deliberately disrespectful.
So he runs up to "the teacher" (the conductor) and does his best to get me banned.
The conductor knows me from the trip westbound and down. Down that time.
He saw me "hanging out" in Harrisburg. Maybe Philly too.
Didn't give a good goddamn then. Didn't ths time either.
I didn't know it was the same crew. I saw a different! "authority figure" who I wasn't at war with (yet) and therefore I had no beef with.
Always keep your hostilities narrow.
Each successive member of "The Men" (the opposing force) must be given the respect of Code Duello.
A chance to demur.
To avoid the fight.
Because eventually the US Army and Air Force will show up and I only love the Navy.
So "Yellow Line" (his indian name) told the conductor and got nowhere. After I growled (1), disrespected (2), threatened to get him fired (use liberally) (3) and glared at him (4/5).
I really glared at him. All death thoughts right at his head from 20 yards away.
5-3 if you're keeping score.
It wasn't a complete route because I didn't get it on film (5). But I did "finish him" sorta with "mind your own business" (6) when he said something neutral as I stepped into the train.
Having failed in his mission to slow me down.
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Fun! It was thoroughly fun.
"Death to all men!" That's my motto.
All because I was being polite to the other passengers.
They don't recognize gallantry, and certainly don't practice it, girls.
Yet ladies. They will. I'll make them.
From the platforms to the halls of The Capitol.
