Mick and I were riding home in the bar car yesterday minding our own business. Well, minding our own business is certainly a matter of interpretation. Perhaps having a bourbon on the rocks and checking out the freaks in the bar car is more accurate. When out of no where Kermit starts spouting off about how some of the other bartenders on the train close the bar car early. Big Italian Guy who bartends occaisonally keeps the bar open until the last possible stop on the line.
As some background information, Kermit is this idiot that rides in the bar car on the train just about everyday. He's the worlds expert know it all on nothing that anyone would ever care about. He also has a disgusting habit of eating a very large bag of potato chips and then letting everyone on the train stick their grubby hands in the bag to eat out of it. Nothing like having greasy mechanic hands in the bag of chips before you.
Well as Kermit launched into his diatribe about unfairness of the bar closing earlier, this little quote comes out of his mouth, "Are you running a bar or a God damn free for all!". Can anyone tell me what that means? Cause I have no fucking idea. This just further solidifies the my opinion that he is a gigantic moron.
P.S. I am guessing that every driver on the road is thankful that Kermit doesn't have the opportunity to swill another beer down his gullet on the days when the bar closes at normal time.
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On the local suburban train line here in Chicago, there will be a train car with a bar. Instead of having a "family car" on the train this car should be called the "all welcome, but families" car. It becomes a rolling bar, complete with harsh language, and most importantly for Carrot, Rooster and I, drunk people talking out their asses 99 percent of time.
Oh, there was a fight on the train yesterday! A woman and her crazy kids were screaming and a guy was shushing her. It got UGLY! They actually slapped each other!
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