Mammoth Manor

I got on to Rapid Line 761 going home from work. Upon my entry to bus I made the fatal mistake of making eye contact with a hobo. This particular hobo was pressing a small portable radio against his head like he was trying to keep something from falling out of his ear. He saw me making eye contact and had the look of a child on christmas. I had no escape, and he knew it. As I attempted to pass he reached out and stopped me. In a clear and terse manner he said to me the words he had been holding in since I got on the bus:

“T. N.T.” he waited a second. “Dyna-MITE”

In fear of what might happen if i didn’t agree, I hastily recalled that this was the chorus to the famous AC/DC song.

“Yep” I said, trying to bluff interest in his music choices. “AC/DC…TNT, good song”

Thoroughly unconvinced of my appreciation for his words, he grasped my coat collar and pulled me in close. And through stale alcoholic breath repeated:

“TNT! DY-NO-MITE” at which he then started to pound his foot out of beat with that song and probably every song ever made. Let it be known I was pretty sure that the song had passed the chorus section of the song, but that wasn’t going to stop my hobo friend.

Knowing no other way out I conceded and repeated back to him in a stuttered melody “Yep. Im TnT. Dynamite…”

This finally convinced him that I was a true AC/DC fan and released my coat. Which is good because even though I love my coat I was about to abandon it to secure my own escape. For the REST of the ride he continued to repeat “TNT. DYNAMITE” and stopped his foot to the beat of, what I can only guess was, the Star Spangled Banner.

In all seriousness, though, this was the most Metal hobo I’ve ever met.