A source spotted three inebriated, fratty meatheads ("Think Delt or Lodge") calling it an early night on the purple line Friday. Around midnight, one of the gentlemen whipped out his cell phone and began shouting at a friend who apparently was screening his phone calls. Said gentleman took his drama to the end of the car for a more private discussion, but was thwarted when the recipient of the call hung up on him.

The best part? According to the source, the guy then turned to a homeless man and a dude with a bike and began consulting with them on his misery. Sample conversation:
Fratty: But he just won't talk to me!
Bike guy: Listen, a drunk phone call is only going to end badly.
Homeless guy: And what do you want with a friend who don't answer your calls? That's wack.

No wonder the CTA is hiking fares --- therapy ain't cheap.