There's this weird guy on my GO Train. He usually sits in the same car as me. He has a piece of cigarette packaging, the largest panel of the pack, which he has intricately folded into a small accordion. He sits on the train, every day, with his eyes closed, and obsessively folds and unfolds the cigarette panel. With lightening fast speed.
It's funny and just a little creepy.
This morning, the GO Train was six minutes late. That may not sound like a big deal, but as I've pointed out before, this means that the riders who intend to take the next train are already on the platform and are getting on with us. Resulting in standing room only.
I managed to get a seat. The last seat in a quad, sitting in front of some university student doing his homework.
Cigarette Guy ends up standing beside Homework Dude. And I'm watching Cigarette Guy. It's clear that his OCD is getting the better of him. He's obviously uncomfortable, shifting from leg to leg, hands in pocket, out of pocket, back in pocket. He finally settles with one hand grasping the handle behind Homework Dude and the other in his pocket.
The pocket that has his cigarette accordion.
And he begins to manipulate his accordion inside his pocket. His hand is moving quickly and his pocket is punching in and out.
Homework Dude lifts his head. Glances at Cigarette Guy's crotch. Eyebrows go up. I bite my lip to keep from laughing. I lift my book up so I can't see, because if I watch the pocket hockey, I'm going to start giggling.
I'm tellin' ya ... never a dull moment on the GO Train.