train riders

Yesterday as I boarded the Route 100, I saw a young man with Downs syndrome sitting in the third row, looking at his hands. He was wearing a Chuck E. Cheese shirt - with an embroidered logo, which I assume distinguishes Chuck E. Cheese employees from mere enthusiasts. I ended up sitting one row behind him, on the opposite side of the aisle.

At the next stop, he looked very excited to see an older lady get on the train and pay her fare. He slid over to the window and waved at her in a small motion. She walked right by him to take an empty seat in the back of the train, of course, since she didn't recognize him, and the young man looked crestfallen. He grabbed his hair with both hands and bent forward until his forehead resting on the seat in front of him. His face betrayed anguish.

That's when he started with the heavy metal lyrics, whispered under his breath so only I could hear them.

This SUCKS! You're FIRED! You're a FAILURE! I HATE YOU! You're going to get WHAT'S COMING TO YOU!!

He started very soft, but as the train pulled into 69th St. yard he got a little louder. You're going to HELL! I wonder if he works within earshot of the kids.