I'm used to disgusting people on Metro-North, but these two took the cake

Metro-North trains tend to have an accurate cross-section of society: yakking women who talk nonsense, rude people who don't care that their cell phone chatter disturbs others, the middle-aged rednecks from upstate who babble about trivial sports trivia, and the poseurs who try to appear like big shots. The latter group includes this idiot who called a friend and tried to talk about shorting stocks, making me want to reach over and slap him out of his ignorance; the quasi-businessmen who keep on their suit jackets for appearance's sake and try to act important, like the two who talked loudly about their alleged dealings with some unmentioned company's board of directors; and a couple of morons who tried to appear as if they had insider knowledge. Specifically, they were talking about Hank Greenberg trying to take back control of AIG...the very day before the feds took it over. Invariably these wannabes only expose how little they really know, and sometimes that they're outrightly lying. I find it inexplicable why they try so hard to impress others, when they must realize (or maybe they don't?) that people like me know they're talking bullshit.

Tonight really took the cake. There's a particular 30-something boor who usually takes my same train to and from the city, my same stop. The first time I recall seeing him was when he and some girl boarded with a few minutes to go, standing room only. Unfortunately there are things in life that cannot be unseen. I happened to be looking in their direction when he tried to French her -- tried because she wasn't expecting it. Yeah. Well, he apparently was being an ass to the point of having a tiff with the conductor later on, because the conductor said something like, "You're getting off at [this earlier station] and that's it!" I was listening to music and didn't catch it all, but when the twit disembarked, the conductor said something I didn't catch, and I kid you not, lots of people started clapping.

Since then, every time I see him, I say to myself without fail, "There's that disgusting boor." Tonight he sat near me, with some other woman who he evidently knew. Her skirt and type of pantyhose spoke volumes by themselves: s-l-u-t. They kept chattering incessantly, but not too badly to prevent me from napping a little. As we neared my stop, I put on my coat and collected my bag, then unfortunately happened to see him get up and straddle her. What else they were doing, I don't want to know. For crying out loud, such societal rejects have no shame, no concept of conducting themselves respectfully in public. I was about to say, "What the hell are you two doing?" but decided I was in no mood for elevating my blood pressure after a long day.

There was some sort of a diamond ring glinting on the woman's ring finger. I feel sorry for whoever she's supposed to be with, or should I not? Her "partner" could be just as whorish, even worse.

My father, despite his myriad faults and failings, nonetheless raised me from my earliest years to conduct myself as a gentleman. My wife is a respectable woman. All my friends and their spouses are respectable people; I couldn't be friends with them otherwise, nor could I imagine being friends for the smallest unit of time with such boorish people as I saw tonight.

This know also, that in the last days perilous times shall come.

For men shall be lovers of their own selves, covetous, boasters, proud, blasphemers, disobedient to parents, unthankful, unholy,

Without natural affection, trucebreakers, false accusers, incontinent, fierce, despisers of those that are good,

Traitors, heady, highminded, lovers of pleasures more than lovers of God;

Having a form of godliness, but denying the power thereof: from such turn away.

For of this sort are they which creep into houses, and lead captive silly women laden with sins, led away with divers lusts,

Ever learning, and never able to come to the knowledge of the truth.