Driving on 9

I have for the first time in my life aquired what I can only call an enemy. She greets me at the subway with foul language and obcene gestures. Today while passing me on a bus she screamed a scream I could not hear and gave me the one finger victory salute.
I know why she is my enemy. I know why she hates me. To have her tell it I am fat but that is not the cause. Yesterday, I saw her irrationally attack a teenager on the train with the same sort of venom she now spews at me. Well, he isn’t fat. Apparently, his mother is addicted to crack cocaine unlike my enemy. My enemy has a real job and would never be addicted to crack. But I digress. The teenager unwisely defended his mother and that is how he gained the wrath of my enemy. (His mother is a crack addict, he is a crack dealer, she will fight his mother etc). On our way exiting the subway my enemy took it upon herself to complain about the teenager to a police officer. An MTA employee and I talked to the officer in the teenagers defence. This is where I made my enemy.
I was greeted today on exiting the train with a low "fatso fatso". She asked for the MTA employees badge number. This excites me. Never in life have I had such a clear relationship. I just hope that it ends soon.

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