Unfiltered Story #27934

Unfiltered | December 2, 2015

(As I am growing up, my mom and I frequently visit Chicago due to having relatives in the area. One day during my teenage years, we have boarded the “L” train, and a middle-aged woman hops into our car, having just barely made it. As we get going, she is having a fairly loud conversation on her phone.)

Woman: “He probably thinks she’s sexy.”


Woman: *getting a little louder* “I said, ‘He probably thinks she’s sexy.'”


Woman *getting even louder* “I said, ‘He probably thinks she’s sexy.’ SEXY, SEXY, SEXY!”

(Mom and I just sat there, wearing our poker faces.)