3:10 to Crazy

Yesterday on my commute home the train was packed. I had worked about 20 minutes later than usual and wasn't going to waste any more of my precious evening waiting for the next train, so I barreled in and found a place to stand and hug a pole. As I stood there I could hear a woman to my right a few seats laughing intermittingly; I assumed she was eavesdropping and not exerting much effort to hide the fact, because she didn't appear to be traveling with anyone else. Once a few stops opened up a seat near the giggler, I jumped at the chance to sit so I could read my book, enabling me to refrain from polite chit chat. Once seated, perpendicular to the giggler, I noticed she was holding a medium sized paper Coke cup and looking at it intently. I also noticed she was speaking to it in an indistinguishable mumble. She would occasionally pause, to listen to the cup's response, I assumed, and burst into her crazy cackle at what the funny cup must have replied. Oh, that clever paper cup was such the cut up, I tell you! Kept my loco fellow commuter in stitches until I was able to escape at my stop. The things you experience on the train! Oh, what a rich and crazy way to travel!