Conversations on Trains, Planes and Automobile (1 Viewer)

[kentric]

Was on the train home last night and like I generally do, sat down in a seat which faces other seats. In the seat one row in front of me is a woman I see ocassionally on the train but who I never had a conversation with - the kind who you give a nod or smile to when you see them just because you see them quite a bit. She's white maybe early 60s. I'm white early 50s. I'm dressed like I typically am for work (blue jeans and polo shirt). She sees me when I sit down and nods at me hi.

She then stands up, leans over the seats in front of me and whispers, "Old school never dies, it just comes back and punches new school in the face." I gave an uncomfortable laugh and tried to ignore her the best way I could.

Found it a bit more than a little wierd. Going to have to be careful who I make eye contact with going forward.

 

[Jayrok]

Great movie. Candy and Martin have good comedic chemistry. Recommend.

 

[Ignoramus]

Was on the train home last night and like I generally do, sat down in a seat which faces other seats. In the seat one row in front of me is a woman I see ocassionally on the train but who I never had a conversation with - the kind who you give a nod or smile to when you see them just because you see them quite a bit. She's white maybe early 60s. I'm white early 50s. I'm dressed like I typically am for work (blue jeans and polo shirt). She sees me when I sit down and nods at me hi.

She then stands up, leans over the seats in front of me and whispers, "Old school never dies, it just comes back and punches new school in the face." I gave an uncomfortable laugh and tried to ignore her the best way I could.

Found it a bit more than a little wierd. Going to have to be careful who I make eye contact with going forward.

I don't remember that scene.

 

[ChiefD]

Those aren't pillows.

 

[ClownCausedChaos2]

Last one, came out sideways. She didn't cry or nothin'.

 

[Ghost Rider]

I want my ####### car.

 

[Keerock]

Honey, I'd like you to meet Del Griffith, he's got some amusing anecodotes for you. Oh and here's a gun so you can blow your brains out. You'll thank me for it.

 

[kentric]

A more entertaining story.

Got on the subway at 5:15 PM (D train Manhattan) at 50th street (three stops to Penn Station) and saw there was an empty seat so took it. I'm on the end seat and next to me is a black woman, maybe 23-25. I didn't stare or anything at her when I sat down, but just sat and looked ahead of me. I wasn't leaning into her or encroaching on her seat either. Anyway, she looks over to me and...

her: you fronting me?

me: confused look

her: you fronting me?

me: no

her: what you think. I'm on drugs or somethin'? huh. (gives me nasty look)

me: no. (time to exit stage left)

So I stand up and start walking away when I notice she got up too. I take a couple more steps when I hear the sound of someone spitting. This chick just goobed in the back of my head. At this point, we're approaching 42nd St. and I'm thinking I've got several options. Physically confront her by punching her in the face, pushing her or spitting in her face, start giving her a piece of my mind or, leave the train. As she was a psycho "crackhead", I decide that the best result was to leave the train. As its pulling into 42nd street I stand in front of the doors waiting for them to open. She's been ranting at me this whole time. Doors open and I'm about to get out when I feel her foot on my ###. She freaking booted me off the train.

I get on the car behind the one I was on making sure she didn't leave the first car. When I get out at 32nd St, I hear her yelling at some other pool schlub.

 

[ClownCausedChaos2]

What do you think the temperature is out here?

One.

 

[Reaper]

You're Going the Wrong Way........................

 

[Christo]

A more entertaining story.

Got on the subway at 5:15 PM (D train Manhattan) at 50th street (three stops to Penn Station) and saw there was an empty seat so took it. I'm on the end seat and next to me is a black woman, maybe 23-25. I didn't stare or anything at her when I sat down, but just sat and looked ahead of me. I wasn't leaning into her or encroaching on her seat either. Anyway, she looks over to me and...

her: you fronting me?

me: confused look

her: you fronting me?

me: no

her: what you think. I'm on drugs or somethin'? huh. (gives me nasty look)

me: no. (time to exit stage left)

So I stand up and start walking away when I notice she got up too. I take a couple more steps when I hear the sound of someone spitting. This chick just goobed in the back of my head. At this point, we're approaching 42nd St. and I'm thinking I've got several options. Physically confront her by punching her in the face, pushing her or spitting in her face, start giving her a piece of my mind or, leave the train. As she was a psycho "crackhead", I decide that the best result was to leave the train. As its pulling into 42nd street I stand in front of the doors waiting for them to open. She's been ranting at me this whole time. Doors open and I'm about to get out when I feel her foot on my ###. She freaking booted me off the train.

I get on the car behind the one I was on making sure she didn't leave the first car. When I get out at 32nd St, I hear her yelling at some other pool schlub.

Better than this happening to you.

 

[Keerock]

You're Going the Wrong Way........................

He's drunk. How would he know where we're going?

 

[IvanKaramazov]

You're Going the Wrong Way........................

How would he know where we're going?

Edit: Too slow. :(

 

[El Floppo]

A more entertaining story.

Got on the subway at 5:15 PM (D train Manhattan) at 50th street (three stops to Penn Station) and saw there was an empty seat so took it. I'm on the end seat and next to me is a black woman, maybe 23-25. I didn't stare or anything at her when I sat down, but just sat and looked ahead of me. I wasn't leaning into her or encroaching on her seat either. Anyway, she looks over to me and...

her: you fronting me?

me: confused look

her: you fronting me?

me: no

her: what you think. I'm on drugs or somethin'? huh. (gives me nasty look)

me: no. (time to exit stage left)

So I stand up and start walking away when I notice she got up too. I take a couple more steps when I hear the sound of someone spitting. This chick just goobed in the back of my head. At this point, we're approaching 42nd St. and I'm thinking I've got several options. Physically confront her by punching her in the face, pushing her or spitting in her face, start giving her a piece of my mind or, leave the train. As she was a psycho "crackhead", I decide that the best result was to leave the train. As its pulling into 42nd street I stand in front of the doors waiting for them to open. She's been ranting at me this whole time. Doors open and I'm about to get out when I feel her foot on my ###. She freaking booted me off the train.

I get on the car behind the one I was on making sure she didn't leave the first car. When I get out at 32nd St, I hear her yelling at some other pool schlub.

sounds to me like you fronted her.

 

[kentric]

A more entertaining story.

Got on the subway at 5:15 PM (D train Manhattan) at 50th street (three stops to Penn Station) and saw there was an empty seat so took it. I'm on the end seat and next to me is a black woman, maybe 23-25. I didn't stare or anything at her when I sat down, but just sat and looked ahead of me. I wasn't leaning into her or encroaching on her seat either. Anyway, she looks over to me and...

her: you fronting me?

me: confused look

her: you fronting me?

me: no

her: what you think. I'm on drugs or somethin'? huh. (gives me nasty look)

me: no. (time to exit stage left)

So I stand up and start walking away when I notice she got up too. I take a couple more steps when I hear the sound of someone spitting. This chick just goobed in the back of my head. At this point, we're approaching 42nd St. and I'm thinking I've got several options. Physically confront her by punching her in the face, pushing her or spitting in her face, start giving her a piece of my mind or, leave the train. As she was a psycho "crackhead", I decide that the best result was to leave the train. As its pulling into 42nd street I stand in front of the doors waiting for them to open. She's been ranting at me this whole time. Doors open and I'm about to get out when I feel her foot on my ###. She freaking booted me off the train.

I get on the car behind the one I was on making sure she didn't leave the first car. When I get out at 32nd St, I hear her yelling at some other pool schlub.

Better than this happening to you.

Yeah, lucky me.

 

[Fennis]

Those... arent.... pillows!

Edit: way too slow.

 

[Jayrod]

You play with your nuts a lot.

 

[rick6668]

You play with your nuts a lot.

Del: You play with your balls a lot.
Neal: I do NOT play with my balls.
Del: Larry Bird doesn't do as much ball-handling in one night as you do in an hour!
Neal: Are you trying to start a fight?
Del: No. I'm simply stating a fact. That's all. You fidget with your nuts a lot.
Neal: You know what'd make me happy?
Del: Another couple of balls, and an extra set of fingers?

 

[jon_mx]

If you played it cool, you could have gotten these chicks numbers or much more. You are no AzRon.

 

[johnnycakes]

fronting
Placing your hand on the front of your pants and making exaggerated masturbatory gestures (either for the purpose of achieving an orgasm or to show off).
1. Did you see those guys fronting at the cheerleader tryouts?
2. Several guys at the school dance formed a fronting conga line before the principal stepped in to stop it.
3. Hugh G. Rection was fronting for almost a minute in drama class before the teacher figured out what was going on.

 

[Jayrok]

A more entertaining story.

Got on the subway at 5:15 PM (D train Manhattan) at 50th street (three stops to Penn Station) and saw there was an empty seat so took it. I'm on the end seat and next to me is a black woman, maybe 23-25. I didn't stare or anything at her when I sat down, but just sat and looked ahead of me. I wasn't leaning into her or encroaching on her seat either. Anyway, she looks over to me and...

her: you fronting me?

me: confused look

her: you fronting me?

me: no

her: what you think. I'm on drugs or somethin'? huh. (gives me nasty look)

me: no. (time to exit stage left)

So I stand up and start walking away when I notice she got up too. I take a couple more steps when I hear the sound of someone spitting. This chick just goobed in the back of my head. At this point, we're approaching 42nd St. and I'm thinking I've got several options. Physically confront her by punching her in the face, pushing her or spitting in her face, start giving her a piece of my mind or, leave the train. As she was a psycho "crackhead", I decide that the best result was to leave the train. As its pulling into 42nd street I stand in front of the doors waiting for them to open. She's been ranting at me this whole time. Doors open and I'm about to get out when I feel her foot on my ###. She freaking booted me off the train.

I get on the car behind the one I was on making sure she didn't leave the first car. When I get out at 32nd St, I hear her yelling at some other pool schlub.

You should have offered her a set of shower curtain rings.

 

[jon_mx]

She then stands up, leans over the seats in front of me and whispers, "Old school never dies, it just comes back and punches new school in the face." I gave an uncomfortable laugh and tried to ignore her the best way I could.

Found it a bit more than a little wierd. Going to have to be careful who I make eye contact with going forward.

Seriously, that bothered you?

 

[Da Guru]

Was on the train home last night and like I generally do, sat down in a seat which faces other seats. In the seat one row in front of me is a woman I see ocassionally on the train but who I never had a conversation with - the kind who you give a nod or smile to when you see them just because you see them quite a bit. She's white maybe early 60s. I'm white early 50s. I'm dressed like I typically am for work (blue jeans and polo shirt). She sees me when I sit down and nods at me hi.

She then stands up, leans over the seats in front of me and whispers, "Old school never dies, it just comes back and punches new school in the face." I gave an uncomfortable laugh and tried to ignore her the best way I could.

Found it a bit more than a little wierd. Going to have to be careful who I make eye contact with going forward.

Maybe she was talking about your clothes.

 

[Fennis]

She then stands up, leans over the seats in front of me and whispers, "Old school never dies, it just comes back and punches new school in the face." I gave an uncomfortable laugh and tried to ignore her the best way I could.

Found it a bit more than a little wierd. Going to have to be careful who I make eye contact with going forward.

Seriously, that bothered you?

pic of Kentric

 

[kentric]

She then stands up, leans over the seats in front of me and whispers, "Old school never dies, it just comes back and punches new school in the face." I gave an uncomfortable laugh and tried to ignore her the best way I could.

Found it a bit more than a little wierd. Going to have to be careful who I make eye contact with going forward.

Seriously, that bothered you?

pic of Kentric

How'd you get a pic of me. Damn Stalkers all over the place.

 

[kentric]

She then stands up, leans over the seats in front of me and whispers, "Old school never dies, it just comes back and punches new school in the face." I gave an uncomfortable laugh and tried to ignore her the best way I could.

Found it a bit more than a little wierd. Going to have to be careful who I make eye contact with going forward.

Seriously, that bothered you?

It wouldn't you? You don't get a psycho vibe from that? I'm wearing blue jeans and a polo shirt. No jewelry, no facial hair.

 

[Sullie]

Neil : You know everything is not an anecdote. You have to discriminate. You choose things that are funny or mildly amusing or interesting. You're a miracle! Your stories have NONE of that. They're not even amusing ACCIDENTALLY!

Aside from the fact that I miss when Steve Martin was funny does anyone else really, really miss John Candy? God almighty he was talented. He was so talented you didn't even realize it as you were watching him, he just seemed so natural.

 

[kentric]

Neil : You know everything is not an anecdote. You have to discriminate. You choose things that are funny or mildly amusing or interesting. You're a miracle! Your stories have NONE of that. They're not even amusing ACCIDENTALLY!

Aside from the fact that I miss when Steve Martin was funny does anyone else really, really miss John Candy? God almighty he was talented. He was so talented you didn't even realize it as you were watching him, he just seemed so natural.

Candy was one of the best comedic supporting actors out there. As the solo lead, not so much.

 

[Sullie]

Neil : You know everything is not an anecdote. You have to discriminate. You choose things that are funny or mildly amusing or interesting. You're a miracle! Your stories have NONE of that. They're not even amusing ACCIDENTALLY!

Aside from the fact that I miss when Steve Martin was funny does anyone else really, really miss John Candy? God almighty he was talented. He was so talented you didn't even realize it as you were watching him, he just seemed so natural.

Candy was one of the best comedic supporting actors out there. As the solo lead, not so much.

Well kinda. I mean I tend to think it was more the movie scripts he chose to be lead in, he should have chosen his scripts better. I think he nailed it in Uncle Buck. In Planes, Trains and Automobiles he was co-lead and I honestly can't think anyone, at that time, who would have been a better Del Griffith.

 

[El Floppo]

ok...

Candy or Farley?

 

[Rayderr]

ok...

Candy or Farley?

Candy easily

 

[Officer Pete Malloy]

THOSE AREN'T PILLOWS!

 

[sublimeone]

A more entertaining story.

Got on the subway at 5:15 PM (D train Manhattan) at 50th street (three stops to Penn Station) and saw there was an empty seat so took it. I'm on the end seat and next to me is a black woman, maybe 23-25. I didn't stare or anything at her when I sat down, but just sat and looked ahead of me. I wasn't leaning into her or encroaching on her seat either. Anyway, she looks over to me and...

her: you fronting me?

me: confused look

her: you fronting me?

me: no

her: what you think. I'm on drugs or somethin'? huh. (gives me nasty look)

me: no. (time to exit stage left)

So I stand up and start walking away when I notice she got up too. I take a couple more steps when I hear the sound of someone spitting. This chick just goobed in the back of my head. At this point, we're approaching 42nd St. and I'm thinking I've got several options. Physically confront her by punching her in the face, pushing her or spitting in her face, start giving her a piece of my mind or, leave the train. As she was a psycho "crackhead", I decide that the best result was to leave the train. As its pulling into 42nd street I stand in front of the doors waiting for them to open. She's been ranting at me this whole time. Doors open and I'm about to get out when I feel her foot on my ###. She freaking booted me off the train.

I get on the car behind the one I was on making sure she didn't leave the first car. When I get out at 32nd St, I hear her yelling at some other pool schlub.

... and this is why I live in the suburbs

 

[rockaction]

What do you think the temperature is out here?

One.

No no no no no.

Try riding the train sometime or taking public transportation sometime in a larger urban area. This is what one sees. Like I noted in another thread, people -- upper-middle folks -- were talking about Rice on Amtrak and it wasn't what you'd expect.

On my way back from Boston to CT, I had conversations with and met, and generally did not start these:

a) a conversation about the Illuminati and trap houses with a bisexual 20 year-old that I nearly tried to smuggle into the bar because she was cool as ####

b) a girl I'd met at a rock show just plop down next to me the next day (the odds are slim) and start the conversation we had been having the night before

c) a Brown professor start chatting up the Boston biochem guys, hoping that they would hire his students

d) a med school student who was traveling to see her boyfriend

e) people at the Amtrak bar, who were all talking about Ray Rice

kentric's point should not be crapped on. All walks of life, and all the time.

 

[Mr. Ected]

ok...

Candy or Farley?

Candy easily

Agree Candy, but do you think that the reason why he faded quickly is because of Farley? CF took over his 'role' in Hollywood, so we didn't have a need to miss John Candy.

 

[ClownCausedChaos2]

What do you think the temperature is out here?

One.

No no no no no.

Try riding the train sometime or taking public transportation sometime in a larger urban area. This is what one sees. Like I noted in another thread, people -- upper-middle folks -- were talking about Rice on Amtrak and it wasn't what you'd expect.

On my way back from Boston to CT, I had conversations with and met, and generally did not start these:

a) a conversation about the Illuminati and trap houses with a bisexual 20 year-old that I nearly tried to smuggle into the bar because she was cool as ####

b) a girl I'd met at a rock show just plop down next to me the next day (the odds are slim) and start the conversation we had been having the night before

c) a Brown professor start chatting up the Boston biochem guys, hoping that they would hire his students

d) a med school student who was traveling to see her boyfriend

e) people at the Amtrak bar, who were all talking about Ray Rice

kentric's point should not be crapped on. All walks of life, and all the time.

It was a quote from the movie, dude.

 

[rockaction]

What do you think the temperature is out here?

One.

No no no no no.

Try riding the train sometime or taking public transportation sometime in a larger urban area. This is what one sees. Like I noted in another thread, people -- upper-middle folks -- were talking about Rice on Amtrak and it wasn't what you'd expect.

On my way back from Boston to CT, I had conversations with and met, and generally did not start these:

a) a conversation about the Illuminati and trap houses with a bisexual 20 year-old that I nearly tried to smuggle into the bar because she was cool as ####

b) a girl I'd met at a rock show just plop down next to me the next day (the odds are slim) and start the conversation we had been having the night before

c) a Brown professor start chatting up the Boston biochem guys, hoping that they would hire his students

d) a med school student who was traveling to see her boyfriend

e) people at the Amtrak bar, who were all talking about Ray Rice

kentric's point should not be crapped on. All walks of life, and all the time.

It was a quote from the movie, dude.

Oh...that's bad on my end. Sorry, man. I never really cared for that movie. It was Midnight Run-esque, in that social graces were always being sort of sent up with a schmaltzy sentimentality at the end.

At least my younger self felt that way.

 

[ClownCausedChaos2]

What do you think the temperature is out here?

One.

No no no no no.

Try riding the train sometime or taking public transportation sometime in a larger urban area. This is what one sees. Like I noted in another thread, people -- upper-middle folks -- were talking about Rice on Amtrak and it wasn't what you'd expect.

On my way back from Boston to CT, I had conversations with and met, and generally did not start these:

a) a conversation about the Illuminati and trap houses with a bisexual 20 year-old that I nearly tried to smuggle into the bar because she was cool as ####

b) a girl I'd met at a rock show just plop down next to me the next day (the odds are slim) and start the conversation we had been having the night before

c) a Brown professor start chatting up the Boston biochem guys, hoping that they would hire his students

d) a med school student who was traveling to see her boyfriend

e) people at the Amtrak bar, who were all talking about Ray Rice

kentric's point should not be crapped on. All walks of life, and all the time.

It was a quote from the movie, dude.

Oh...that's bad on my end. Sorry, man. I never really cared for that movie. It was Midnight Run-esque, in that social graces were always being sort of sent up with a schmaltzy sentimentality at then end.

At least my younger self felt that way.

My younger self thought it was a comedy. To each their own, though.

 

[jon_mx]

She then stands up, leans over the seats in front of me and whispers, "Old school never dies, it just comes back and punches new school in the face." I gave an uncomfortable laugh and tried to ignore her the best way I could.

Found it a bit more than a little wierd. Going to have to be careful who I make eye contact with going forward.

Seriously, that bothered you?

It wouldn't you? You don't get a psycho vibe from that? I'm wearing blue jeans and a polo shirt. No jewelry, no facial hair.

Not a bit. Just a sweet old lady trying to make small talk and maybe not the smoothest. Jeans and polo shirt are kind of old school.

 

[Officer Pete Malloy]

YOU'RE GOING THE WRONG WAY

 

[eoMMan]

Never saw it, sorry.

 

[Gene Sackman]

She then stands up, leans over the seats in front of me and whispers, "Old school never dies, it just comes back and punches new school in the face." I gave an uncomfortable laugh and tried to ignore her the best way I could.

Found it a bit more than a little wierd. Going to have to be careful who I make eye contact with going forward.

Seriously, that bothered you?

pic of Kentric

 

[Bob Sacamano]

At this point, we're approaching 42nd St. and I'm thinking I've got several options. Physically confront her by punching her in the face, pushing her or spitting in her face,

Good story, Ray.