Take off the Headphones and See What Happens

Normally, when I ride the train, I wear headphones. To be perfectly honest, sometimes there’s no music playing, but I still wear the headphones to discourage people from talking to me. You would think that I do this because I’m a mean person, but it’s actually the opposite - I’m too nice. Being nice can take up a lot of your time.
Take Saturday night for instance.
I ran out to a show, and I didn’t take my purse with me, so I didn’t have my headphones! So, I’m riding the red line at about 1am, and there are about 12 billion drunk Sox fans riding back to their homes on the southside after the crosstown classic. First-Drunk-Guy starts talking to me. I gave him a fake name - Mandy, I think. Anyway, he kept talking to me, and I just wanted him to go away. He was perfectly fine, but he kept asking me why I ride home by myself in the middle of the night. Right. What else am I supposed to do? Sleep at the Annoyance Theater?
So, I finally dodged First-Drunk-Guy, only to meet up with Three-Drunk-Guys. Three-Drunk-Guys were all looking for the Blue Line transfer at Jackson. Being the nice person that I am - I walked them there. This actually worked out pretty well for me, because having Three-Drunk-Guys with me helped me to avoid Super-Crazy-Homeless-Guy. Smooth.
So, then after getting Three-Drunk-Guys safely to the Blue Line station, we met up with Lost-Russian-Lady. And, somehow I ended up helping her get from the Blue Line back to the Red Line. Then we (me and Three-Drunk-Guys) headed back to the Blue Line where we encountered Guy-Asking-For-Weed. He was, perhaps, the most entertaining new friend of the evening. While we were talking to Guy-Asking-For-Weed, Guitar-Guy came up and started playing. Then Guy-Asking-For-Weed’s friends started dancing - VERY entertaining.
So, finally we got on the Blue line at about 2:30am where we met Drunk-Guy-With-Ripped-Pants. For some reason, Drunk-Guy-With-Ripped-Pants started fighting with Three-Drunk-Guys, and just in the nick of time, we reached my stop. Whew.
The way I figure it, not bringing my headphones cost me about an hour of my life. At least it was entertaining!
Chicago, CTA, Annoyance Theater

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