A few good ones.

This guy was eating corn on the cob. AT 8 A.M. TODAY. WTF? Ziggy said it best: “Who does that?!?!” This guy, apparently…

This gal kept bobbing her head, like she’d catch her head starting to drop, then jerk it back up. I kind of wanted to be like, dude, just use the window… she was fun to watch. I have video too but not sure how to post that. Zigg, a little help please.

This lady kept crunching on cereal. Then the bag made that krinkly sound for like ever. Finally she went down for the count…thank God. I thought I was going to choke her.

I was proud of myself for this one. I call it “the reverse angle.”

A couple people have asked me what I do on the train when I’m not spotting.

The answer is quite simple, really. I sleep, of course.

~STP

Sorry for the delay… trainspotting is NOT easy!

THIS… is why we do it.

THIS IS THE MONEY SHOT. Folks, this is why we do what we do. I had a correspondent send this one to me, and props to her for being so incognito in capturing this. It was her first attempt, and this one was RIGHT next to her! Perfect. Special thanks to Baby for capturing this piece of glory.

Remember, you don’t have to be asleep. You may be spotted at anytime. This dude looked like Rico Suave. Remember him? Maybe it actually IS him. I pictured him taking his shirt off and dancing side to side saying, “Rico…… suave…..”

~STP

AWESOME.

This lady was RIGHT next to me. I mean, we were sharing a seat!!! I was so excited for taking this without being caught. I mean, I am REALLY starting to get good at this! Afterward, I took a picture of myself with a face of victory. Unfortnately for you, I can’t post that, because it would reveal my identity. I was pumping my fist in the air after this one.

This mullet was too good to pass up. I mean, it’s kicking SO much ass here.

Travel Etiquette

In the mornings, people do one of two things: sleep or read. It’s either people reading the paper or a book, or people slouched over in their seat, head against the window, rocked to sleep by the thunder of our train on the tracks. These of course, are our victims.

This guy is one of my favorites. Note the suit jacket hanging properly on the hook:

People do not have to be sleeping for me to take their picture. Remember Captain Kangaroo? He was on my train. I thought he was dead. Nope.

Until next time.