Adventures on the G Train

June 07, 2011

I walk on the train and head to the end, where all but one seat is available. A homeless man is occupying one seat and as I take my three steps forward, he yells at me and holds his hand out. I jumped back and turned the other way. I guess he didn't want me sitting near him..

For the next five stops, he yells pure jibberish. "Sugrashi faratamba ruizas... Obama." He ended every sentence in Obama. I guess he didn't like me because when other people got on the train he didn't yell at them when they sat near him.