I commute to Boston every day to go to school. About a week ago, as I was getting off the train to go home, the conductor that was working that day said "nice snake!" (referring to my necklace.) He proceeded to yell after me that we should talk snakes sometime as I was walking to my car. Ok, sounds pretty cool; someone who keeps snakes. I smiled and waved to be polite. Anyhow, he was working today so I tried to avoid eye contact while he was taking tickets (I HATE being hit on, ugh) and about a stop away from where I get off, he sat down in the seat across the aisle from me and asked how my snake was. I started to tell him about how I have a ball python, but when I asked what kind of snake or snakes he kept he got this dumbfounded look and said "uhhh aaa- - llbino python... I don't know, it's yellow and white." I responded with "You don't know what kind of snake you have??" He leaned back trying to look cool and said "Oh no, I'm not into it that way, I just like it because it's different!"

Freakin' AAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!! Holy frustration... luckily it was time to get off so I hurried off the train, and while doing so said "I hope you know that thing can grow to be 200 pounds and I hope you're willing to care for it!" I faintly heard "Do you want to take it?" as the train pulled away. Maybe the next time he's working I can convince him to read up on Burms...