Do You Work With A Subway Ranter?
The subway's insane. I’ve had lunatics pretending to be sane threaten to shoot me when I don’t give them three bucks for reading me a poem. I’ve seen ladies in giant, and I mean giant, coats kicking strollers that touch their trash bag collection. The subway is a savage place, and there’s no limit to the madness that can take place there.
One example of this madness is the subway ranter. While there are exceptions, the subway ranter often enters the car silently. However, this chameleon-esque cover is not to be believed, for as soon as the doors close the rants begin. The rants take many different forms,: some are directed at anybody, at everybody. Some are directed at lovers who’ve spurned or specters who haunt, and the craziest thing about ranters is that, a lot of times, they look like everybody else! It raises the question, where do those subway ranters go for the rest of the day? Do they just go to jobs like everybody else? Are they just normal people anywhere but the subway? These ranters roll in and strike like thunder before just returning to normal lives!
It begs the question, do you work with a subway ranter? They could be anywhere! They could be in your office kitchen! They could be by your water cooler! Heck, they could be sitting in the bathroom stall playing candy crush right now! They could be totally normal people who just lose their shit when they get in the subway, and who can blame them! That fucking place, that fucking system, it brings out the worst in people. You could be voted employee of the month and when you set foot in that sweltering box of human misery you’d lose your fucking shit. Subway ranters, we all know one.
