I fucking hate working with the too poor to ride Greyhound people. They come on my trains living up to the stereotype, all drugged out, drunk, and crazy. After shaking this woman and telling her to get the fuck off the train because it's her stop, she wakes up and spits in my face so I call for another employee to help me out and he takes all 800 of her god damn plastic bags downstairs to the door. 15 minutes later when we finally get her off the train and she starts crying about how we stole her jacket, shoes, and, most importantly, her liquor. I start tossing her bags off the train, aiming for her head and she's crying about it being cold outside and how we can't let her walk around on gravel barefoot. Once we get clear signals to leave we start to pull out of the station and I tell her I hope she gets hit by a the next train that comes through.
This job has turned me into a miserable person. Thank fuck I work in the train yards now.
She looked pretty close to this:
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