Uh, I love the metro?

I was on my way home from work today, and while waiting for the metro I sat in a little plexi-glass enclosed area. There was another woman waiting with me and after a few minutes, a man walked in and sat a few seats down from me. It was clear that he was slightly unstable with his wide eyes, dark circles and shifty gestures {"You could see the wildness in his eyes, he goes slightly mental, and something kind of clicks." Name that quote!}. We were all sitting peacefully in the beautiful, spring sun, birds chirping in a nearby tree, when I hear the crazy man say, "Bonjour Madame, comment vous-appelez vous?" {what is your name?}. There was silence and he asked again. Nothing. He asks once more and I don't hear a response but can feel eyes on me. I look over and both the man and woman are staring at me. She, with great impatience, and he, leaning forward slightly with a hungry eye. Ah! I quickly looked back down at my book and he says/yells, "OOohhhh! Mais c'est pas possible!"

I looked up again and am hit with the daggers he is shooting from his bloodshot eyes. I mumble something stupid and half in English like "Oh, uh... sorry, I ugh... what? I just want to read my book!" The woman, who clearly has more sense than me, stands up and walks away. He promptly follows suit but stops at the entry way and began pacing back and forth, like those great Bengals that stride up and down the viewing glass at the zoo. Then he started punching the plexi-glass! I was stuck in the little enclosed space while the mad-man is screaming and having a mental freak out. I started thinking of a way to defend myself if he came at me. The best I came up with was to hit him with a cucumber that I had just purchased. Yeah, along with not being a thief, I wouldn't make a good fighter. I sort of smiled at him like please don't punch me next?

Yikes.

He eventually walked away and when the metro came he got on the same car as me. For real? He started smoking, pacing again and sticking his upper torso out of the window. Smart? I shrank down in my seat as far as I could, wishing I had the 1/3 of the Deathly Hallows that would help me disappear {HP!}. Sir, I am sorry that I didn't want to tell you my name!

I still love the metro. I think.

-M