A Model Citizen--Or not?

My immediate thought when I entered the N train was, 'Oh no--a fight is about to break out!' A woman was standing by the door and yelling, "Who do you think you are? You need to get a job, you whore!"

I looked to see at whom was she yelling, but I didn't see anyone.

"You should see George now, he looks so different. George is mine!" she continued.

Slowly I realized that this woman was talking to herself. Everyone was politely ignoring her while she ranted in the corner--until personality #3 came out:

"You know, you need to call the police department because you need a psychiatrist."

The train giggled, all thinking the same thing: Take your own advice.

And then Ms. Personality (let's call her Mrs. P for short) went into a frenzy. She started laughing and said, "And you...you think you're a model!?? I asked you where you modeled and you said, 'No where.' But I have modeled for Playboy--I know I'm not as skinny as I used to be..." (Ms. P was about 5'6 and 200 lbs.)

As Ms. P exited the train at my stop, she had more words of wisdom to share: she screamed, "...And Donald Trump just won't kill himself!"

Well that did it. Ms. P had given us a good laugh and a truth bomb--unfortunately, Donald Trump, and his terrible hair, are here to stay.