On the Blue Line south from downtown, I sat across the aisle from a loud rider switching rapidly between at least 3 conversations:
* a fellow traveler who thought they should be on the green line, the noisy on wanted to take blue line to 74
* a relative past or present
* himself
all 3 were argumentative -- the one with himself dominated his ramblings about his mistakes, why he's stupid or smarter than his other self. He explained he used to work at Cub and know food. He has to eat a sandwich, to which other self accused him of poison.
On the platform to go home, a friendly @MetroTransitMN employee announced northbound was delayed at 38th due to a medical situation.
I talked w/an artist Herb about geopolitics & slavary. He was spoke English but bits of Mandarin, Spanish, & Hmong. He is from Mich. & homeless.