First of all, I'd make everyone wear those "Hello My Name is" name tags. I can imagine if some had the tag on and they scribbled the name "Bob" on it.
Me: Hey Bob, good morning!
Bob: Sungs, go @$## yourself.
Me: It takes two to @#$# buddy.
Bob: I'm not your buddy guy.
Me: I'm not your guy friend.
Bpb: hahah Sungs, you're a good guy, so how about those Leafs?
Me: @$## yourself.
Bob: What the hell Sungs, I was trying to be friendly.
Me: I have season tickets.
Bob: ahhhhh, gotcha man.
Me: Oh great, we're approaching Keele station, why does the train slow down when its approaching Keele station...every damn time!
Bob: Perhaps they want us to look at the filthy grafitti in slow motion. Pure garbage, I dont know what these punks see in that "art form" (makes the quote unquote motion with his fingers when he says "art form")
Me: I happen to like that stuff. I like pictures. And all of the last best selling novels I've read lately are pop up books.
Bob: To each their own Sungs, to each their own.
Me: Oh great, here comes that guy every morning like clockwork that sits beside me and smells like a gym member at a slaughter house.
Bob: That's why I always sit on that solo seat beside the conductor, its great. Sure you look like a recluse, but you're a recluse in style. Unless someone is sitting directly in front of you. In which case I make contact with their knee caps. Unless they're wearing a skirt. I don't want to seem like a pervert.
Me: ya, but I'm kind of claustrophic. And I like looking out the window to my right.
Bob: I hear you Sungs. So what do you do for a living?
Me: Who wants to know?
Bob: Bob does. Bob wants to know.
Me: Oh I just ride subways, generating random conversations with people that wear "Hello, My Name is..." stickers.
Bob: Well here's a secret Sungs, my first name is actually Adam...Adam Gi...
Me: Wait, stop!
Bob: What?
Me: My name is actually David. David Mi...
Bob: Stop! Lets get off at the next stop, the camera guys are gone, no more photo ops.
Me: Oh, I thought we were still being recorded, kind of like that tv show with the Go Trains or something like that where...
Bob: ya ya, shutup. Lets take my Hummer. Its much more efficient.
Me: Oh, it gets a lot of mileage? Faster? Isn't held back by delays? And the Hummer never goes on strike or make grouchy faces?
Bob: no, but its fun to feed it baby seals and do wheelies.
Me: @%%% YEAH!
Bob: You're alright Sungs, you're alright!
Me: Posse out.