a little bit o' crazy on the train

We took a trip this past week to the fantastic city of Chicago to visit some friends. I may post more about the trip later, but here's the first funny thing that happened.

Tony and I drove into the city the first day we were here and then got a day pass to take the train around, mainly wanting to see Chinatown, which did not disappoint.

So we're on the train getting to Chinatown, and this very muscular and annoying look guy, maybe in his thirties, gets on the train. He has on a crappy t-shirt with the sleeves cut off, some faded nasty looking workout pants, white thick athletic socks, and plastic looking slip on Adidas slide sandals. Disgusting. And it's like 100 degrees outside. Not only that, but he's got a thing tied around his head, like a sweatband thing. He's got a backpack. And he's pushing a massive mountain bike around.

He steadily talks to himself. The entire time. Then he asks Tony what time it is, although he has on a giant watch. He looks at himself in the reflection on the windows and flexes and admires his physique. Then he continually bitches to everyone on the train about how difficult it is to bring a bike on the train. I'm thinking, why do you have a bike if you're taking the train? The best part, though, was that every like three minutes or so, he just screams ROIDS!!!! Every three minutes. ROIDS!!! ROIDS!!!!

He finally got off the train, ROIDSing all the way out of the station. When we get off the train, we notice that there is a giant sign that says, "No bicycles."