One can always count on the G Train to provide ample chuckles, but this tale is downright f’ing scary. Here’s a story that comes from Brookynian, and boy, it’s a good one:

riding on the G train from lorimer to bedford nostrand. guy gets on the train acting a little crazy, white guy, maybe 35, had that sort of psychotic pressense to him and was carrying a motorcycle helmet and had a backpack on. he sits down next to a young (early 20’s) very attractive girl and blatantly and rudely hits on her, she was uncomfortable and got up and switched seats. i am sitting directly across from this nut and we made eye contact a few times. he even tried to talk to me a few times….i forget what he asked but he was speaking directly to me and i think i did not respond. next thing that happens….

he announces “Lady’s and Gentelman there is a bomb in my bag that will go off in 10 seconds”! he than proceeded to stand up and put his motorcycle helmet on. people freaked and ran to either end of the train in a panic, the energy was intense. He went on to say praise Ala several times. i stayed put, scared shitless counting down from 10 mentally in my head embracing the moment and preparing for the great void that is death. i could feel the energy get more and more intense as my mental countdown closed down in my head, finally 3, 2, 1…..nothing. i looked at him and knew at that point he was full of shit.

everyone is still scared shitless and trying to be as far away from this guy as possible. the train stops and who else gets on but a good friend of mine and old roommate, he has his ipod on and is completely oblivious to what had just occurred. i walk up to him and he takes his ipod off and give me a big smile and is like “yo man, waz up!”. i had to try to explain to him what was happening. the crazy guy was still on the train. he was running around and when the train would stop he would run out one door and come back in another. many people got off the train the first time it stopped but i only had two more stops to go till i was home and figured the guy was just a nut and seeing how long it would take to catch the next G train i toughed it out. the guy stayed on the train the whole way yelling crazyness…and fucking with people.

when i got off at my stop i ran up to the mta guy at the booth and told him what just occurred in detail. he looks at me without a care in the world and asked me if i told the guy driving the train. i said no i did not have time, or really access to the front of the train to do that, please do something this guy needs to be arrested and just stares at me and goes “there is nothing i can do”. i looked at him and was like wtf man, if you see something say something, i am fucking saying something. there is a guy on the smith and 9th bound G making bomb threats and yelling praise Ala. he was like nothing i can do, should have told the mta people on the train. surely he could have radio’d the train, called the NYPD, something. i walked out of the station to my way home in complete discuss with how fucking ignorant and lazy this guy was. “if you see something say something” and here i SAW something and was SAYING something and it was pretty fucking serous and this lazy bum did nothing.

it took me a while to shake what had happened. but at least i got a cool story out of it, my friends often ask me to “tell that story about the guy on the train making bomb threats”.

You know, when you see something, say something. And, nobody will care.