No diggity, no doubt.

I was on the train today and I sat in  a very available, very obvious spot between these two men. One had no pigment on his hands (like that would make me not want to sit next to him) and the other was bopping really hard to his ipod touch.

We go about 3,4 stops and Ipod touch man jumps up to get off the train but yells SHIT!! when he realizes that it wasn't his stop. Then he sits back down next to me and starts singing No Diggity by Blackstreet. Not quietly, not to himself, but really singing. The way you would if you were in your house by yourself, or at karaoke, or driving in your car. He even choreographed when he was going to stomp his foot or point at people on certain parts. Did I mention that I was sitting right next to him? I just tried to read my book.

Everyone seemed to think that he was about to murder us all. I, on the otherhand, was glad that he was singing. And just having a good time. The only thing that really annoyed me was that he was singing the wrong words. If you're going to be a psycho singer, at least sing the correct lyrics.