My commute had been as expected until the very end. The only difference up until that point was the new album download I was enjoying on my iPod. The just released M83 was really doing it for me. It was that interspersed with old stand by's like Power Corruption & Lies, Aftermath, Japanese Whispers and Combat Rock. Typical, but it was getting the job done. Anything that made the commuting experience less pedestrian was perfect, which is paradoxical in that my carbon footprint is near zero due to all of the walking and train riding I do, but that's another story. Finally my stop. I get up, walk towards the train doors and do a quick turn around. Sitting in a seat to the right of me is a man that is the splitting image of Nietzsche, outlandish mustache and all. It was uncanny to the point of alarm. I do a double take. Yep, just like Nietzsche. I turn to the woman standing behind me and compulsively say "Did you see Nietzsche back there?" in a joking/friendly manner. She looks at me like I have ten heads and says "I think you have the wrong person" With a look of terror in her eyes. She had no idea what I was saying and it apparently scared the crap out of her. I tried to explain myself but it just made me sound more insane to her I'm sure as the look of fear on her face did not lessen. So painfully awkward. This is what I get for trying to deviate from my usual misanthropy. Failure!
