mini-scene 1: one of them amateur vendors gets on to try to sell christmas lights. i ain't never seen this particular product on the train, but there they were, vended by santa himself. he tripped over the handle bars of the bike you see the wheel of and yelled out "fumble!" after he regained his footing, "that was almost an interception."
mini-scene 2: even though the comedy routine seemed like it was over, santa noticed the bandaged toe. "damn!! what'd you do to yo toe!?"
"i kicked someone."
"i hope you kicked the shit out of," pause as he noticed the kid with the dreads, "that sumbitch."
"he was tryin' to sell me christmas lights," to which dreadboy and his two ladies busted out laughing. they were laughing like hyenas for most of the train ride, so this laugh being their loudest says something.
mini-scene 3: santa steps on the guy's foot. "dude, that's fucked up," replies toe-man.
mini-scene 4: the hyena on the left of dreadboy says in her best dork voice, "these black people. they're just so ignorant." she's only kind of hiding the fact that she's looking straight at the white boy in front of her. hyena on the right is laughing even harder than she did in mini-scene 2. hyena left continues, "he probably got his glasses at the end of his nose." more laughter. "i wish i had some glasses just so i could put em on the end of my nose." even more laughter. i usually try to play it cool, but i was having a hard time stifling laughter at this point.
mini-scene 5: dreadboy does his best michael jackson. dave chappelle once said,"boy's eight years old. he don't remember thriller." i don't think this boy was born when dave made that statement.
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