But Only Almost

I picked the wrong train, and ended up sitting on the track for a half an hour while they re-routed the express trains in front of us. I could feel the impatience and frustration spark inside me like a fallen power line, surging and sending out sparks that I struggled to keep contained.

So when the "Showtime!" kids got on the train at 14th Street (and aren't we as a city supposed to be cracking down on these little nuisances? Can I make a citizen's arrest?) I was not in the most receptive of moods to their spastic quote-entertainment-unquote.

"Y'all suck," I say loudly as they begin their schpiel, and they seem to lose what little enthusiasm they had to begin with, making me almost feel sorry for them for a half-second.