There was a woman whom I saw (heard!) on the subway two or three times a week who would evangelize at the top of her lungs all the way from Nevins Street in Brooklyn to 14th Street in Manhattan. She probably continued north, but thankfully I got off the train at 14th Street. She was LOUD! Plus, she had a very spooky, monotone voice. It was like the Chinese water torture; it JUST WOULD NOT STOP.
And somehow she ended up in my car very often. I was just lucky, I guess
