Rocking out to your own soundtrack

Today, this adorable dude on the bus decided he was going to have his very own dance party. He had his headphones in and it went a little something like this:
"So I put my hands up
They're playing my song,
And the butterflies fly away
Noddin' my head like yeah
Moving my hips like yeah,
And I got my hands up,
They're playin my song
I know I'm gonna be ok
Yeah, It's a party on the CTA
Yeah, It's a party on the CTA"

Just sayin' my friend...be aware of your surroundings...

or...I'm glad you're that confident in yourself. 

I DON'T HAVE TIME FOR THIS!

She said, as the conductor announced we would be standing for two or three minutes. She doesn't have time to wait two or three minutes on the train. I feel sorry for her, she must never get a break. It's two minutes.

Today was awesome band t shirt day. I saw someone wearing a Pedro the Lion shirt this morning and thought, "This is great! I love that band! No one really knows them anymore!" and then, just when I thought it couldn't get any better, I saw someone wearing a shirt that said "The Decemberists." Amazing. That just doesn't happen.

Today as I took a rare seat on the train on my way into work this morning, I noticed a raisin on my seat. How happy I was that I noticed the raisin...that would have been a tragic. . .

In my list of reasons for not riding the bus at 10am on a Wednesday:

The following conversation took place between a man...and himself.

"Sometimes the medication I'm on makes me drowsy. I can't take naps. Napping isn't good. It throws off your sleep schedule. My father used to take naps on Sundays after dinner. It's not good to go to sleep with your belly full. It all turns to fat. All these people eat big meals and then go to sleep. Nothing but blubber. BLUBBER! Before you know it you're as big as a house. Please don't hit me in the face!"

That's about as much context as I can give you, it was that priceless.