Tonight I witnessed a truly hilarious sight. Pathetic, but hilarious nonetheless. Wes is working overnights in Evanston, and we weren't going to see each other before I leave for a conference in Hilton Head in the morning, so I took the El up to Davis and met him for dinner. I was on my way back in a sparsely occupied car on a southbound red line. At some point, two security guards got on with muzzled German shephards. They do this periodically, I guess, as an attempt to screen for bombs. The dogs rode contentedly enough (so much so that I didn't even notice the one on the opposite end of the car until the incident took place); the one near me was lying down at points. They were sweet-looking dogs, and the handlers were doing a great job with them.
Then this guy gets on who is out of his mind. And by out of his mind, I mean totally high. He's talking to himself loudly, singing a bit, cursing every other word. He puts his stuff down, wanders from one end of the car to the other, and wouldn't you know it -- the dogs go off on him. Both are barking and growling and whining and lunging after him. The guy is completely oblivous to what is going on and at one point starts gyrating against the door at the end of the car. The security guards kept yelling at him to sit down (you can ride standing up, but between his language and the fact that he was likely to fall down from his state of mind, they wanted him to sit). And the whole time the dog at the opposite end of the car is just whining and whining and lunging after the guy. They were barking up a storm when I got off at Roosevelt.
I may be wrong, but think those dogs know how to sniff out more than just bombs...
2 comments:
No Kidding! Wow. Don't you wish you were there when they took him down??? (heehee) Just to see your tax dollars at work?
Wow. Hey! Thanks for stopping by my blog the other day!
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