happy heart day
Bad start to my big red heart day.
So it’s :heart: Valentine’s day 
and the el train decides this morning to stop working for 1/2 an hour which makes me late to work. I was supposed to take part in a skit at the bi-weekly staff meeting this morning to demonstrate how everyone at work is supposed to be an adult and clean up after themselves in the kitchen. Sad to say I had to call in and say I wouldn’t be able to perform. 
On the train, I like observing people and what I notice is that people get territorial. They hold on to the poles like it’s their own, like it’s their own property. I have at times had to move people because they hold onto the poles near the exit and I’m trying to get out—yeah, I’ve gotten looks. You wanna start sumptin?! WTF? Is there like some sexual fixation with gripping the poles within an inch of their lives? Explain that to me.
