Friday morning

The aging transvestite stands on the steps of the subway screaming at a man entering the turnstiles, waving her head back and forth as she snarls. 

"I don't need you, bitch." 

He mumbles something and keeps going. 

"Do you hear me? I don't need you, (slew of other explicatives)." 

She rushes down the stairs as he's hustling toward the entrance stairs of the train, puts one hand on her hip and the brushes the other through her long weave. 

"He's a homo! You hear me? You're a HO-MO!" 

She's screaming at the top of her lungs. He's practically running to get away from her. 

...You know it's going to be a bad day when your tranny is screaming at you in public before 9 a.m.