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I had something happen to me tonight that was so bizarre and out of whack that I had to blog a bit of it.
After working in Boston for well over three years I would have thought this situation would happen there but life is not always so predictable.
Tonight, I came face to face with 666.
She came in the form of a woman 70+ years of age.
It all began as I was arriving at my stop tonight.
I made my way down near an exit door and found a seat to wait for the train to stop.
Across the way was an old woman looking out the window; 4′ 10″, black skullcap, white hair, weird clothes . . . yup, she’s nuts, I thought; a Poltergeist extra, basically.
Strange thing was I could see her face in the reflection of the glass and she was looking at me, studying me.
I didn’t think anymore about it and I began to quietly hum a blues song by a preacher named O.V. Wright, called “Don’t let my baby ride”, a favorite song of mine.
About 30 seconds before the train stopped, she walked over to me and got right in my face.
Weird right there, dude.
She asked about the clothes I had on (shirt and hat, compliments of my oldest daughter’s college) wondering if I attended said school.
The conversation went haywire from there and I refuse to write it here simply because of the amount of profanity. (on her part, not mine)
This hag seriously creeped me out but before I walked away from her I did say, “Please take your medication and do us all a favor and go play in traffic, you bitch.”
Not sure what else to say except that it doesn’t get much weirder than this, and if it did, I’d blog it and probably be rich.
Anyone curious about exactly what this gasbag had to say, email me.
I remember a few snippets but I was too freaked out to remember all of it at the time.
This encounter was just too freekin’ weird folks . . .
I’m now home, smoking a cigar and drinking Harpoon Octoberfest.
Life is once again, okay . . . for now.
~m
this gave me the shivers! not badly enough that i won’t be sending an email however…
i hate it when things like this happen…i seem to have a sign that only freaks and froot loops can see, on my forehead…i’m sure it says “i’ll talk to anyone who is weird, wired or outright obnoxious”!
Isn’t the full moon waning now? Why do the weirdos come out at the full moon anyway? Hopefully you don’t run into Ms. Bizzarro again.
What is it with that train and you. First someone farts and nearly kills you with the odor, and now this? WTF? Carry the bible next time. Or, throw some water on her and maybe she’ll melt like the wicked witch of the west “I’m MELTING…. M-E-L-T-I-N-G! You know, if I had been there I would have opened a can of whoop ass on her satanic ass! Boooo-ya!
what a teaser! now i HAFTA e-mail you to find out what the ole bitch said. profanity intrigues me. but then again, so does haldol {LOL}.
hmmm, i’m guessing she said something to the effect of “you should renew your CPR certification and quit smoking those phucking cigars!” *chuckle*
or maybe not.
ok, i’ll hit you up. hey, who’s that behind you?
How interesting. “Old” people are going to continue getting weirder and weirder – you know, the aging hippies. Scary chit.
Hmm, seems they like public transport. Had one experience in a subway once, she didn’t get in my face, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen a face as white, almost translucent as hers. She was old too and in dark clothes. I remember her muttering bad words and although I don’t have proof of this, I couldn’t help a very strong notion that I was the only one in that scarcely populated car that even saw or heard her, you know nobody else even looking at her….. 666 I don’t know, but if I ever saw a ghost, this would have been one.
Sounds like my neighbor.
At least she didnt’ try to like tongue kiss you or anything . . .
I don’t have much to say about this beyond this:
Um, weird!
Creepy!
AHH!
I have no idea what I would have said or done. Probably panic or something. But it sounds like you handled it okay. If you can compose yourself enough to say what you said to her, then you handled it alright.
Still. Weird!
I would think this kind of thing would happen more frequently in a big city. I had several wierd happenings in NYC, Phila and Washington D.C. but nothing that creeped me to the core. Happy (early) Halloween?
oh oh!! you HAVE to email me the details! PULEEZE!!!
Maybe she’s the ghost of one of those people who are stupid enough to walk off of the subway platform.
The best thing about running into a strange and creepy person is it gives you a good story to pull out later (maybe much later) whenever a conversation start waning. I’m sure you could use this interesting woman as great conversation pick-me-up for quite awhile, or if you exaggerate it just a bit and it might make a good campfire story.
~Kelsey