I like to try to save the environment whenever it is convenient for me so sometimes we take Logan on the T instead of driving to daycare. Yesterday was sunny and warm so I felt I was making the right decision to take public transportation. Unfortunately babies on the T are magnets for weirdos and yesterday we attracted a fun one.

Scott and I were standing next to the door on the Red Line (the side that doesn’t open up at every stop), trying to keep the stroller out of everyone’s way. A seemingly normal looking dude squeezed his way in next to us and began to read a book. I went back to distracting Logan until he screams loud enough for everyone in the car to hear “what’s the little one’s name?” I cringed as I knew that based on how loud he was talking this was going to be an interesting conversation.

me – Logan

Crazy Dude – Really? (laughing) Like the airport?

me, responding quietly – not named after the airport, but yes that is how it is spelled

Crazy Dude, increasing in volume – what is he named after?

me – she is named after a bottle of wine

Crazy Dude, screaming – she? really? Ohhh-K

If he wasn’t crazy I would have taken his kneecaps out at this point. He then proceeded to claim that it was funny we named her Logan after wine because of some book called Mr. Gordons. He asked if we got it. We told him we didn’t. He explained “Gordon’s like the vodka.” I wanted to correct him and tell him Gordon’s was a Gin and that he still didn’t make any sense but I figured it was pointless as he was crazy after all. Thankfully we had reached our stop and today we decided against taking the T. Sorry Earth.