It was early morning as I boarded the trax with my fellow passengers and sat down at the nearest seat I could find. To my pleasant surprise I had sat down right across from a very lovely unique older lady. I didn't think much of her talking as i took my seat, assuming she was on the phone. But after noticing her strange mumbling and quick change of topics, I looked over with sheer delight to see that she was not talking on the phone at all. She was talking to her own reflection in the window.
The following is what I picked up from her conversations with three different "friends" on my 10 minute train ride to work:
"Friend" #1: Christy
This conversation consisted of how the government was trying to steal her identity and how they had some sort of tracking system on her in case she ever tries to leave the country. Then she started spouting out a bunch of really long numbers which turned into a mumble. Then she was saying how she is now using her maiden name to try and trick the government so they won't know who she is. (smart tactic)
"Friend" #2: Greg
This conversation started off talking about something that happened in September of 1947. Something to do with an airport in Spain, and the government. Then she was talking about how someone got kidnapped and hypnotized and then disappeared.
"Friend" #3: Bonnie
This conversation was about how someone was pushed in front of a bus. "that wasn't an accident, she was pushed in front of that bus." then how the same lady that did that had come after her too. but don't worry, she's not scared of her anymore.
So in conclusion, who needs real friends when you can make up your own? You'll never be lonely again.
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