Hey Batter, Batter!

One night I was traveling on the Pink Line later than the work crowd rush.... Joe and I had tried to go see Louder Than A Bomb but it was sold out. SAD! I still really want to check it out next time it's in the area. Anyway, on the way home I had a conglomeration of strange experiences.

1.) I lost my earring. I was too sad because they were the sparkliest pair I owned.

2.) This man was yelling on his cell (not cool, sir) in a language I could not understand. All the sudden he broke into English accentuating each syllable loudly, "I. HAVE. MONEY. IN. MY. POCKETS!" All I gotta say is, this is the wrong line to be shouting that stuff on.

3.) It was a crowded train and I did not have the best spot for reaching the pole to hang on to. I decided I was seasoned enough at riding the train to just lean up against the car wall and balance. When the train pulls out of the stop it usually jerks once....I was prepared for that one jerk, but this time it jerked twice. I tumbled....TUMBLED! and ended up steadying myself by unknowingly putting my hand into this little old man's lap. How do you even recover from that?! "Sorry" doesn't seem to cut it when you've just gotten to 2nd base with a total stranger on the commute home, you know? (Is it 2nd base or 3rd...I was too afraid to search it on the Internet. There seems to be some discrepancy in the public knowledge pool. Who decides these things anyway?)
 
PS- I found my lost earring when I got home. SPARKLES forever!