Homeless guy stood at the doorway of the DART. He was offended by the rest of us entering his train. (I secretly get offended when people sit in my seat even though it is public transportation and they don’t know me). He told invisible guy that we didn’t know who we were messing with. Invisible guy clearly agreed. As the train traveled, I couldn’t help but watch Homeless guy. I tried not stare, but I was so confused and intrigued by him. I wanted to help him calm down. He was angry and upset and on the verge of psychotic breakdown, or maybe psychotic breakdown was small dot 5 miles back looking in the rear-view mirror at this point, I’m not sure.
What I do know is that Homeless guy started banging on the door as the train traveled through downtown Dallas, screaming, “THIRD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THIRD!!!!!!!! I KNOW YOU ARE IN THERE!!!!!!! THIRD OF THE MONTH!!!!!!!! DO YOU HAVE MY MONEY??????????? I GOTTA PAY MY ELECTRIC BILL! ” I think invisible guy told him that he owes him money too. My inner helper kicked in, but I managed to contain myself. It was hard. I felt the veins in my head pulsating, I’m not sure if it was the migraine or my brain experiencing spontaneous combustion as I tried to contain my urge to “help”. I thought about playing “Bitch better have my money” but it didn’t exactly seem like the most opportune time for a flash mob. Instead I just waited.
Everyone else seemed scared of homeless guy. They huddled closer to the girl with the hospital mask. As you know, I was much more worried about The Plague than I was psychosis, I stuck close to the homeless guy and kept my distance from Ebola Girl. In fact, I was intrigued by him. I mean, in truth we have all been stuck waiting on a payday at one point or another. I never thought to look for it on a train car, but Homeless Guy did, and he was pretty determined to find it. And to be honest, I was MUCH more confused by the fact that the homeless guy needed money for an electric bill.