Sean's Hairy Day
Wednesday, February 7, 2007 4:33:43 AM
A good friend, one that deserves good things to happen to him. Not... Not this:
You see, Sean gets all my jokes and I, his. We've been close friends for almost 7 years after meeting as Gamestop employees. And anyone who's ever worked for a store that sells to gamers, knows the limitless humor necessary to get through the day. So we've got armies of jokes, old and new, inside and movie or game related, and our humor is linked beyond even our own comprehension. While it's been a long time since we both split from the retail scene, we've kept in touch, and recently realized we are train buddies now, both riding into Philly togehter in the mornings.
As most people know, and will see with a few blogs i have not posted yet, the people on the train are barely ever concious that there are other people there... it boggles the mind, but some people just don't get it and act like idiots in a room of about 60 others. Absolutely ripe for Sean and I to tear up with our sophisticated stylings. There is nothing more satisfying than to spend our hard earned humor skill on the train at the expense of completely oblivious passengers who rightfully should know that what they are doing is often ridiculous. Like hitting each other with thier bags as they take them down from the shelf above people's heads, spilling coffee, farting, looking goofy, wearing insane outfits, looking like people from movies, snoring, etc.
All knights have a kink in their armor. And unfortunately Sean was the victim of two of these oblivious people at the same time! We have these train passes that let us ride for free, for $163 a month, go figure. And as you can see in the pictures, Sean's pass gets completely absorbed by this woman's hair sitting in front of him as she leans back to sleep. Totally grossed out, Sean is immobilized! And this lady kept moving around like an animatronic creature in a Disney World ride. It was maddening. I couldn't help but bite my lip and try not to laugh out loud at the predicament.
THEN the guy behind Sean decides to go to sleep too, but leaning so far up on Sean's seat that Sean can no longer lean back or he'll hit the guy's arm. Poised in between a face full of overflowing golden insatiable locks and a filthy gross sleepy arm pillow, Sean danced a fine line all while fighting the train's natural body tossing motions. A real trooper.
These pictures unfortunately do not do the situation justice. As Sean was forced to play this cat and mouse game with the woman's hair for almost a half hour until an opportunity to strike presented itself just before our stops, "GO!" I yelled, and with speed often reserved for martial arts masters or elderly men who can't give up the old west and still shoot coins out of the air with their Thomas Reed Special, Sean peeled the pass from the seat clip. The gentleman nearly sleeping on Sean's back was kept at bay by some violent track bumps and all was well.
A lesson should be learned from all of this. But we don't care! we'll continue to laugh at other people's awkwardness for an eternity. It's way too funny, even when your good friend is nearly consumed by it.