Today on the light rail, I saw a baby.

By himself.

Yep. Sure it wasn’t in a closet or at a Coffee Bean, but hey this goes to show finding a baby can happen to just about anybody.

Technically, I suppose said baby’s parents were the couple in the row behind the baby who were nailing each other. Believe me, I attempted to photograph both of these, but I was in the inside row and the man beside me was what you may refer to as morbidly obese.

So here this baby is…just chillin…by himself in his little car seat…parents behind him groping each other. Every now and then the Mom would reach in front and rock the car seat, you know to look like a good parent.

What is wrong with this picture? Let’s begin.
1. Uhh hello moving train…no seatbelts??
2. Not to mention the bottle your baby is holding is not working and the kid is having issues getting his milk out
3. Neglect, much?
4. Don’t worry, the diaper bag is cushioning your baby from falling.
5. Didn’t I mention a few posts back about how much I hate PDA?

Moral of the story: If you don’t want your little half mexican/half black baby, give it to somebody like Sandra or Angelina to add to their collection of saving babies people don’t want and turning them into money making machines. Seriously.

Today on the light rail, I once again saw people making love.

Maybe they were just practicing baby making, but seriously not what I wanted to see on my ride home. These people are laying all over each other and at one point the guy’s eyes were closed so I turned around and took this picture:



SURE, it LOOKS like they’re just cuddling, but YOU can’t see their hands. The guy was singing some song in her ear too. I think it went like this:

“baby baby I wanna sex you up..oooooohhhh..babyyyyy…let me get inside you…i wanna do you on the train right now..because I’m a freak and I like to do it on public transportation and I like to sing to you but not loud enough for the chick in front of us to here so she’s gona make something up that she thinks were saying because we’re grossing her out…”

Must be a new song. I think i’ll request the DJ to play that song next time I’m out.

Moral of story: I. Hate. PDA.