So it's finally Friday. The longest week ever is winding down and things are looking up, as my center passes a critical Department of Health inspection, and the class monster/future psychopath was absent. I get an extended lunch break-and I even got to order out lunch today- when I come across an article- Man goes berserk on bus in Manitoba and mid-bite, i stop chewing, dry heave a little, and feel my stomach churn and nose wrinkle. (read on- you know you're curious!!)

The quick version, for those who haven't heard: a mentally disturbed man (obviously!) gets up mid-ride and repeatedly stabs a fellow passenger- and that's the mild part!! It goes on to say how the driver stopped the bus, everyone fled, leaving this guy to do his thing to the poor victim. He then beheaded, dismembered- taking the time to stash body parts in separate bags all around the bus because of his fear that the body might come back to life and take revenge- apparently ate some organs, and emerges once authorities arrived with yet some more organs stuffed in his pockets. Eli Roth couldn't make this shit up.

There goes my appetite. Sick. Gross. Hideous. Thesaurus.com doesn't even have the words to begin to describe it.

Then I stop and think a minute. I've considered inflicting damage on my fellow commuters for a number of reasons.
In an order of increasing severity, they include but are not limited to:
-talking on the cell phone;
-talking on their Nextel;
-talking on their cell phone/Nextel while ignoring their screaming child;
-listen to music on their headphones so loud I can hear it over MY headphones;
-singling/rapping along at full volume to said music;
-blocking the door so people can't get in or out, then having the nerve to start the staredown showdown for the remainder of the shared trip;
-taking up 3 seats because they are so fat/have so many bags/do the male-dominance leg spread
-clipping their fingernails so that they fly toward me;
-eating something resembling vomit in both smell and appearance (I'm talking about YOU, 7 train!!);
-coughing on me;
-pushing/stepping on me with no remorse;
-trying to convert me to a religion.

My dear reader, please take note which of the above I deem to be the greatest offense on my list. It is because I choose to keep to myself on my commute, avoiding any and all contact with persons around me, and I try as well to not piss anyone off along the way. It's what Jesus would do, before the hardcore Christians got a hold of the phrase.
However, on a bad day, if pushed hard enough, the story cited above could have easily been me. Well, all except the unfathomable gore. Like Chris Rock said, "I'm not saying he should have killed [him], but I understand."
Keeping in mind that this guy was successfully able to plead insanity, I urge you to take a look at your fellow commuters next time you're on the bus or train and ask yourself, "Does that dude look stable? Would I trust him walking behind me down a street? Does he have the potential to turn me into Mr. Potato Head?"

That's what I get for trying to read on my lunch break.
Better stick to facebook.