Headphones On

He got on the train around Diversey.

Good Morning! Good Morning!!

He looked like an elder, greying David Cross with the slightest hint of anti-psychotics in his eyes.

You look nice today.

The people on the train are darting their eyes to and fro. Who is he talking to?

The train stops at the next station.

I LIKE your outfit!

The woman who has just walked in the door seems taken aback. She scurries towards the packed seats and away from the praising man by the door.

I'm serious. Your outfit looks really good.

Again, we look about unclear to whom he is so loudly talking. They obviously aren't acknowledging his presence. "Outfit" keeps being said with a strange emphasis. OUT-fit. OUUUT-fit.

The train stops at the next station.

GOOD MORNING!

The train is absolutely silent so he gets louder.

GOOD MORNING!!!

The jaded Chicagoans continue on their way to work with no apparent acknowledgement of the man who just wanted to say hello.