No, a public train is not your living room

So, I was riding the train back from New York last night and was treated to this half of a cellphone conversation...

When I started listening, this guy, Jeff (never leave your ticket stub behind if you are going to be an ass...if that's not an important life rule, it should be), was telling whoever about a conversation he had with this guy who was shining his shoes that morning. Jeff told the shoeshine guy that he had two young boys (who hopefully are getting their life education from their mother), and the shoeshine guy told him that he had three girls who he had put through college, two Harvard and one somewhere else. His comment on the price of higher education was that it was too high, in fact, given that one really couldn't do anything of substance without it, that it should be free. This prompted Jeff to tell his friend how incredulous it was that he had to listen to this. He then said, "They think they elected this monkey in there, and now it's their turn."

Continuing on this theme and talking about the bailout, prompted these two bits of dialog:

"The noise is the subsidies. You and I know how to work. I can take the reins of any of these places and turn a profit."

And, "Africans didn't come here of their own accord. We drug them here, let's send them back. They can go to Liberia or whereever. Except for the 3% who are hard workers. But Obama the Messiah is going to take care of them all. "

He then talked about his next truck, which, at least, is going to be a Ford. But he didn't mention any altruistic reason like helping the auto industry or the workers.

Finally, there was a story which really shouldn't be repeated. It was offensive to women and men, for that matter, about getting wasted in a bar with his friend, Scott, who was so trashed he couldn't speak, and the situation he "orchestrated" with a "225-pound Belgian" woman who only spoke a little English.

After all this, he pulls out a travel pillow, puts his knapsack on his lap, hugs it, and takes a nap. My guess is that he spent a great deal of time in either boarding school or summer camp and was as much of a jerk back then that he had to protect himself while he slept.