Sadly, it took three-quarters of an entire day to rid the train of this beast. Using a cell-phone on a quiet car should mean almost immediate ejection — at least from the quiet car if not the train.
After several passengers asked her, pleaded with her — begged her just out a sense of basic human decency — to stop yelling at the top of her lungs into the greasy little piece of plastic wedged inside her clammy paw, she completely ignored them. Then, a passenger who had reached the breaking point finally mustered the courage to stand up to her. So Beard “got aggressive.”