Not for attribution

* On Green Line: At Madison and Waa-waa-waa-Wabash, baby crying wickedly.  Oh for a nursing mother (who can quiet a kid in seconds).  Nothing doing, bottles visible on stroller top from other end of car.  Young mother and wailing child debark at Clark.  Man in hoodie to someone across aisle, commiserating: “I feel sorry for that young girl.”

* Day two, Green Line: At Adams and Wabash, packed car furiously loud, as if a bevy of raucous school girls were hooting and hollering with tales of their social life, talking over each other.  A few stops later, the crowd thinned, it’s clear there are only two women making all the racket, chatting.

A few stops later, at Ashland, one got off.  As the two said goodbye, the boy sitting next to the one remaining took his opportunity, leaping over the seat in front of them, and began running up and…

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