stereotypical crazy mumbler
by tams
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This happened to me about a month or so ago. I was going home on the D train from midtown, a train which I don't usually take, but figured it's 10:30, I'll take anything to get to Brooklyn.
I get on the train, and there are only two other people in my car. One is a student-looking type, and the other one is a stereotypical crazy mumbler.
The doors open and close at the next stop. The train moves again. The crazy mumbler starts shouting. A lot. Saying "I'm gonna kill him!" over and over, and rocking back and forth. He starts to make stabbing motions in the air. He gets louder. He is driven. I believe him.
Now he starts looking at the two of us on the other side of the train car. I try to blend in somehow with the chairs. The old "pretend you're a statue" thing might be the best way to go. He looks at the door, back at us, then at the door again. Nothing really goes through my head, except what is my plan. I'm a planner, you see. Now he is shouting again. He has snapped somehow. I've never seen someone snap in this way. Stupid D train. I think getting up is a bad idea.
He stands, his eyes focused on the door. The train stops. I am relieved. He is about to leave. This means we are probably home free. As he walks out, I see there is a knife in his grip. He's gripping it tightly and hiding it under his sleeve.The doors close. We roll away from him.
I didn't know who to tell. Or how to describe him. "He's a crazy man in the subway station who mumbles who i didn't make eye contact with who says he wants to kill someone." I couldn't use my cel phone. i wasn't about to get off the train to call the police. I didn't know what a conductor could've done, but now I realize I should've at least tried to find one. But I really just wanted out of midtown right then.
I don't know why, but I've always assumed that the man he wanted to kill was his boss.
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