Jon the Drunk Magnet
I've stood by my word to smile and nod at, hold doors for, say hello to, laugh and overall connect with strangers here. But sometimes my happy, approachable Americanness backfires on me. It's the drunks. The drunks here make me wish I was a stone cold Swede. For some reason if there is a loud, obnoxious drunk, he/she will engage with me. It's gotten to the point where I just expect it now. A few weeks ago I was heading out to meet my friend in the city. It was about the normal time when people are going to begin their evening of partying. No one should be plastered at this time of night. The ride back home, maybe. That's when people could have had too much to drink. But now? No. So naturally, this drunk is completely passed out on the train in the group of seats next to me. And naturally, my first instinct is to take a picture of him. Don't judge me. I have an Instagram account to keep interestin...