The commute into and out of the city remains the same. The only difference is the amount of time that James spends on the train due to the number of stops that it makes. The trip could be as little as 20 minutes, if it is direct to downtown Downers Grove, or it could be greater if they have to make stops in towns such as Cicero, Western Springs or Berwyn. (No one ever gets off at Western Avenue. Yet, the train stops there.)
In an exclusive with TJONJ, James described what his experience was like on his way home yesterday. As he watched the neighborhoods grow in property value, James was a victim to his thoughts the entire time.
When James first found his seat, the train car that he was in wasn’t completely full, but it was full enough that James was able to make snap judgments of each of the passengers that shared the ride with him. His mind would say things that James would never say in real life. At times, James even felt remorse for his mind’s thoughts despite the fact that they caused no harm to their intended target.
As the train sat in Union Station, the judgments began flooding his mind. First they started off rather pedestrian. It was comments on the clothing choices of the passengers and their over-all lack of fashion taste. “What is this, 1986?!” he protested when a woman with out-dated clothing passed him. James then began developing back-stories for the poorly dressed passengers that started with the woman in the out-dated pants suit. “Oh, look at me. I am somebody important. I work at a big firm in the city and I can fire anyone I want just for looking at me the wrong way. I am woman, hear me ROAR!”
The train hadn’t even started moving and already James dislikes the group of strangers that he hasn’t met. When a rather large man walked past James holding a white paper bag, James thought “What’s in the bag, fatty? CHOLESTEROL?!” James immediately felt bad about his statement and tried to lose himself in his music. But, the “parade of jerks,” as he put it, kept his attention on them and away from his Modest Mouse and Dire Straits.
When the train left the station, he noticed that the large man had sat in the seat with the emergency window. “Fatty is going to get stuck in that window and cause all of us to perish if there was a fire.” James figured. This caused James to identify where the other emergency exits were located in case he needed to leave the train quickly. The man then began consuming a cheeseburger, which further fueled James' thoughts.
Two girls in their teens also shared the car and began talking about their experiences in the city. They began reliving their time at Navy Pier only hours before. They seemed to really enjoy the shops that it provided. “Stupid girls. Navy Pier sucks. It is nothing but a tourist trap.” James thought. He then proceeded to list reasons for his distaste of Navy Pier and anyone who enjoyed it.
While the automated announcements called out the stops that the train would be making, James noticed a professional-looking woman who had just begun a cell phone conversation. She spoke loud enough for most everyone in the train car to hear her side of the conversation. James filled in the other half of the conversation with a string of degrading expletives that we are not able to print. Although it was an impressive bit of vulgar improv that James was able to create on the spot. While they fit her conversation well, it is very unlikely that the person she was having a conversation with was saying what James envisioned.
For the remainder of the Metra ride (Which, at no point, took flight.) James continued belittling his fellow passengers. None were aware of his sharp observations or his growing hatred for them all. James left the train car at his destination without ever saying a word and with a great deal of relief. For, he was now free from the jerks that he commuted with, until tomorrow.