Crazy How-the-Teeth Face - That Guy!

(the title is a typo I made in a note to myself about this guy)

Getting on the light rail to head downtown, I immediately realize there is a Mariners game. Not only is the train packed, but if I time the trip wrong I will have to deal with it again on the way home, this time with them all drunk. Jerseys stand shoulder to shoulder, except one man who sticks out like a sore thumb. My friend, that guy, is certainly not heading to the game.

He actually had crazier eyes, less of a smile, and wasn't on his side.

He sits there in the side facing seat, roughly sixty-five- to senenty-years old. His green, high-water corduroy pants lie in stark contrast to his purple UW sweatshirt. His face is reminiscent of an older, bearded Mr. Timn. In his lap is a cat carrier. The handle is still very much intact, but he is carrying this by a measure of rope, which is wrapped around his wrist.

I suddenly catch a whiff of a horrific fart. I'm blaming the cat, who is freaking out in its carrier. Eventually the smell fades. We go back to the smell of shoulder-to-shoulder dudes, which is somehow a relief versus the aroma of rotten flatulence.The cat's panic continues.

Our friend begins turning the carrier every way, trying to calm the cat. It's looking every direction as its miniature world turns, falling against the sides and back as the down-orientation repeatedly changes. He then presses the carrier against the window. This brings some much-craved stability to the cat's life, allowing it to calm down a bit.

The man coughs. I once again smell the fart smell. Yes, the same fart smell. Could it be his breath? Is that even possible? As I think this, he kisses the cat carrier. Mumbling unintelligibly to his feline friend, he coughs a few more times confirming that it is indeed his breath.

Life is full of interesting characters. Whether it's someone on the bus, someone at the grocery store, or someone writing this blog, pause for a moment to take it all in. If you think life is boring, you aren't paying attention.

(the title is a typo I made in a note to myself about this guy)

Getting on the light rail to head downtown, I immediately realize there is a Mariners game. Not only is the train packed, but if I time the trip wrong I will have to deal with it again on the way home, this time with them all drunk. Jerseys stand shoulder to shoulder, except one man who sticks out like a sore thumb. My friend, that guy, is certainly not heading to the game.

He actually had crazier eyes, less of a smile, and wasn't on his side.

He sits there in the side facing seat, roughly sixty-five- to senenty-years old. His green, high-water corduroy pants lie in stark contrast to his purple UW sweatshirt. His face is reminiscent of an older, bearded Mr. Timn. In his lap is a cat carrier. The handle is still very much intact, but he is carrying this by a measure of rope, which is wrapped around his wrist.

I suddenly catch a whiff of a horrific fart. I'm blaming the cat, who is freaking out in its carrier. Eventually the smell fades. We go back to the smell of shoulder-to-shoulder dudes, which is somehow a relief versus the aroma of rotten flatulence.The cat's panic continues.

Our friend begins turning the carrier every way, trying to calm the cat. It's looking every direction as its miniature world turns, falling against the sides and back as the down-orientation repeatedly changes. He then presses the carrier against the window. This brings some much-craved stability to the cat's life, allowing it to calm down a bit.

The man coughs. I once again smell the fart smell. Yes, the same fart smell. Could it be his breath? Is that even possible? As I think this, he kisses the cat carrier. Mumbling unintelligibly to his feline friend, he coughs a few more times confirming that it is indeed his breath.

Life is full of interesting characters. Whether it's someone on the bus, someone at the grocery store, or someone writing this blog, pause for a moment to take it all in. If you think life is boring, you aren't paying attention.

Crazy How-the-Teeth Face - That Guy!