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thoreauSo - at Millbrae - I have experienced (to my horror) a group of young ladies (all emblazoned with Jewish Community High School of the Bay sweatshirts) that are the JCHS chapter of Future Caltrain Harpies of America. In between practicing their hebrew at one another, like "totally into this guy or like that guy is gross" - - they are like a powerfully concentrated version of The Hebrew Heathers. They talk at 900 Db above the pain level - using all the Hella This and use "like" every other word. The new one this morning is "Yeh--eh-ehl" and "Holl to the Ehr" (yell and holler) repeatedly.
It's supremely amusing watching the three boys that are along with them bouncing from four seat set to four seat set trying to flirt. One boy - who already has a five day beard at like 15 - is actually studying. The buzzcut (i'm guessing he's the band geek) bounced around the cabin like a crack addict until the Caltrain conductor came by and told him he should sit down. The twilight heartthrob wannabe blonde is talking with his earbuds in - enjoying whatever is the cool tuneage with Jewish tweens and talking anyway - so his speech is loud because he's speaking over whatever is playing on his mp3 player. The harpette sitting next to him has the "Daddy won't buy me a porche for Junior Prom" pout down to a science. She's wearing a track outfit (hello darling - but it's JANUARY?) and is clearly bored tapping on her neon blue iPhone.
It's not offensive really - but simply an interesting set of conversations to sit near.
Oh - and speaking of the Caltrain Harpies - - this week there was an interesting development. On Tuesday, Harpie Prime showed up with her four top of coffees - - brimming with excitement at meeting her tribe at Caltrain. However - the train showed up and the other three of them did not show. She was visibly worried -- and when she got on the train she took up an entire four top anyways. Coat in one seat, purse in another and then sat at sulked looking at her fourcoffee holder full of lattes. Did she offer the hot beverages to anyone around her? nope. She stared into them like they would reveal the mystery behind her fellow harpies missing the 7:04. I felt for her - she is obviously a woman that routine and "how things always are" is really important. She sat there staring into them all the way to San Francisco. and left them on the table when she got up. I commented to a fellow passenger what a waste of coffee it was. (because coffee is so close to my heart, as you know) and the fellow passenger (who is a fellow Palo Alto train rider) commented that they go to the she-she designer (as Michael Hiller calls it) Coffee Spa ("Caffe del Doge" (with locations in Venice, Tokyo, Cairo and - um Palo Alto?) for their coffees and that she probably just left $40 worth of designer choco-lattes. It sort of makes the mileu complete huh?
ah - we've arrived in San Francisco. Be well - and have a great weekend....
It's supremely amusing watching the three boys that are along with them bouncing from four seat set to four seat set trying to flirt. One boy - who already has a five day beard at like 15 - is actually studying. The buzzcut (i'm guessing he's the band geek) bounced around the cabin like a crack addict until the Caltrain conductor came by and told him he should sit down. The twilight heartthrob wannabe blonde is talking with his earbuds in - enjoying whatever is the cool tuneage with Jewish tweens and talking anyway - so his speech is loud because he's speaking over whatever is playing on his mp3 player. The harpette sitting next to him has the "Daddy won't buy me a porche for Junior Prom" pout down to a science. She's wearing a track outfit (hello darling - but it's JANUARY?) and is clearly bored tapping on her neon blue iPhone.
It's not offensive really - but simply an interesting set of conversations to sit near.
Oh - and speaking of the Caltrain Harpies - - this week there was an interesting development. On Tuesday, Harpie Prime showed up with her four top of coffees - - brimming with excitement at meeting her tribe at Caltrain. However - the train showed up and the other three of them did not show. She was visibly worried -- and when she got on the train she took up an entire four top anyways. Coat in one seat, purse in another and then sat at sulked looking at her fourcoffee holder full of lattes. Did she offer the hot beverages to anyone around her? nope. She stared into them like they would reveal the mystery behind her fellow harpies missing the 7:04. I felt for her - she is obviously a woman that routine and "how things always are" is really important. She sat there staring into them all the way to San Francisco. and left them on the table when she got up. I commented to a fellow passenger what a waste of coffee it was. (because coffee is so close to my heart, as you know) and the fellow passenger (who is a fellow Palo Alto train rider) commented that they go to the she-she designer (as Michael Hiller calls it) Coffee Spa ("Caffe del Doge" (with locations in Venice, Tokyo, Cairo and - um Palo Alto?) for their coffees and that she probably just left $40 worth of designer choco-lattes. It sort of makes the mileu complete huh?
ah - we've arrived in San Francisco. Be well - and have a great weekend....
