I don’t know where I heard the saying, “don’t judge a book by it’s cover”, but I’ve always been aware of it. I’ve always understood the concept that you shouldn’t look at something or someone and judge them without having any insight about them. You can’t say you’ve never done it either. This reminds me of a story. A few months back I was riding the red line to Wrigleyville from work. The Red Line. A book that has written itself as being an absolute shit show. I was lucky enough to get a seat (it’s always crowded) when a man boarded. A real grisly, trouble-like, panhandler look-alike. He had a hood on and a winter hat that was pulled down far enough to pretty much cover his face. He looked like a stereotypical ‘ bad guy’ or ‘hoodlum.’ He walked towards the back of the train and took a seat. I remember looking around to find a sense of togetherness. A sense of team comradery against the expected crazy man. My eyes shot around. To my left, I saw an older woman reading a newspaper and a very nicely dressed man sitting next to her. The old woman reminded me of the old lady from The Titanic. You know who I’m talking about. The lady who was too lazy to move over and let Leo (Jack) have a seat. The same old lady who threw a gigantic multi-million dollar diamond necklace into the abyss of the ocean. Yep. She looked like her.
I kept my eyes on the bad guy waiting for him to do something crazy. One stop after another I saw him sit in his seat and continue to look out the window. Nothing strange at all. Then, out of know where, I hear “ya weird old bitch.” However, it doesn’t come from the shady character. It comes from the left from the very nicely dressed man. My head shot a 1000 miles an hour in that direction. It all went down hill from there. He jumped up out of his seat and started laughing and flipping people off. The old woman reading the newspaper shook her head so he put his middle finger on the newspaper. No one wanted to do anything. I just stared at the guy. When he caught me staring he just started laughing. He was nuts. Absolutely nuts. I couldn’t believe it. I had judged the wrong guy. Just cause he was wearing nicer clothes I assumed (that’s the problem) that he was not a threat when in actuality he was the threat the whole time. A few stops went by as he continued his antics. Before he got off the train, he made a farting noise with his mouth, flipped everyone off, and said to the old woman, “should have moved over for Leo!”