Too Much Information

Dear Army Woman on the Train,

Hey ... it's great that your daughter is 14 years old, weighs 85 pounds, runs cross country and wants to go as a bowling ball for Halloween. It's also great that your son is 12 years old, hits the ball really hard off the center field wall and wants to be a professional baseball player. It's also great that you stepped in a hole and blew out your ankle, and you have to see your surgeon today. It's also great that you are in to scrapbooking, and I, too, was as surprised as you that the wife of the neighbor of the person sitting next to you on said train was into scrapbooking, but yet you didn't know her name. And here I thought scrapbooking was such a close community. It's also great that the boots you have to wear are really uncomfortable for the aforementioned ankle that you tore all to hell.

But hey, on the train, at 6:30 in the morning, the rest of us on said train probably don't want to hear about it.

Signed,
Marc D. Rider