Oh My Gawd!

I have HAD it with the LIRR! Rather, the people who ride the LIRR, who automatically make me associate the train with a loud, obnoxious, drunken mass of people who treat the cars as their own private frat house. This has always been a problem while coming back to the Island on the 2:55 am train, but last night was the pinnacle of the rudeness and obnoxiousness that is the Ronkonkoma-bound. The shrieking, the chanting, the pounding on the windows...these are sorry excuses for human beings. Let's not forget the "ladies," who permeate the car with their "oh my gawd" accents and their loud chatter about that night's hook-up. Shut the f*&% up! And the "gentlemen" respond with their standard macho, neanderthal chest-pounding, calling the girls bitches and what-not. When I finally switched to the Long Beach train at Jamaica, it calmed down a bit. But then a baby started crying (folks, what a BABY was doing on a 3 am train is beyond my comprehension) and while at first it was almost refreshing to hear a baby after the football stadium antics to which I had just borne witness, after several howls from the little one, it was time to shut that baby up. How a person doesn't go mad on the LIRR is a mystery.

I wish I could say I am done riding the LIRR, but unfortunately I have to endure it for several months more. I think I'll be driving to the city much more...