Somewhere last year, I was going to Brighton Beach with my daughter. She was around 2, and I don't know what can you imagine is a mom's bag to go to a beach with a baby girl. Whatever, the fact is that somewhere in the line a crazy african american old woman got inside the bus and sit in front of us. The situation got extremely danger when after she had start to talk to herself in a crescent way she beginned to get crazier and crazier inside the train, extremely near us, and suddenly got us as their main focus on her "scene", talking agressively in direction of the two most "white" and "familysh" people in the train. Waw, isn't that scary for a mother? Oh, please, I could sue them for that!
I was with my iphone, of course it was out of service ( another complaint, was that too impossible to have kindof a wi-fi router or something in the train??), but I started look for a number or a intercom, anything that I could call inside the train system and get urgent help. Did I find anything? no. Did anyone in the train knew how to act? fuckin no.
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