Everyone who takes public transportation in Chicago regularly deals with crazies. Here are the categories:
Today, I had the belligerent crazy. The man kept loudly saying threatening, demeaning, and still a bit passive aggressive statement with surprisingly few curse words toward the first minority in his line of vision.
I hope he was actually suffering from a mental illness and not just obnoxious. There are doctors, strategies, medicines, and facilities for mental illness; assholes have no hope.
And the dear, sweet CTA bus driver has to deal with all of the crazies, including him.
Crazy Clothing
Crazy Makeup
Crazy Homeless
Crazy Drunk
Crazy Crazy
Crazy Party Girls
Crazy Party Boys
Crazy Talking on the Phone
Crazy Talking about Personal Issues with a Close Friend in an Enclosed Public Space
Crazy Belligerent
I hope he was actually suffering from a mental illness and not just obnoxious. There are doctors, strategies, medicines, and facilities for mental illness; assholes have no hope.
And the dear, sweet CTA bus driver has to deal with all of the crazies, including him.
