On Amtrak Trains on the Eastern Corridor, the 2nd car in the line of cars, usually just past the business class car, is the ‘Quiet Car’. Position tells you this, as well as the signs hanging from the ceiling about every 10 feet. No conversations, no cell phone just quiet. Boarded the train in DC on a trip to Charlottesville and sat down in the Quiet Car. After a few minutes of settling in, realized that the ‘guy’ behind my seat was talking rather loudly in Bronxenese on his cell phone. [This train originates in Boston, but picks up bodies in NYC.] He carries on and soon a conductor approaches. The conductor says to Mr Bronx that while he is in a Quiet Car he must be quiet and that if he wants to continue the conversation on his phone, he needs to take it to another car. Mr B agrees and the conductor continues on his way. 3 more minutes pass and Mr B is still chatting loudly. So I graciously rise up from my seat, look over the top of the cushioned chair and say as nicely as possible, ” You know, the conductor was right, this is a Quiet Car and you need to take that conversation somewhere else.” and slide back down my chair. Well, did I unleash a pit bull. He begins in a louder voice to complain that some ‘lady’ in the seat ahead of him dares to tell him to get off the phone. After all, all the way from New York she has been talking loudly with her “friends” across the aisle, and how dare she tell him what to do.” He continued for quite some minutes about how I was such a talker… and finally I once again look over the back of the chair to his face and said, “You’ve got the wrong person, I just boarded this train in DC.” After that I shut him out as he continues to blow hard on the phone and to anyone within earshot of his seat. I have the idea that he had a couple of other passengers behind me in agreement. I continue to read my kindle book, when all of a sudden, he was standing beside my chair. “Excuse me, I want to sit there” and he points to the empty seat beside me, next to the window. I think to myself, “Ya gottabekidding!” ‘Excuse me’ he repeats. Of course, each passenger only gets one seat to claim, so if he wants to sit there, he has every right. I am additionally confused because within the last 10 minutes while he was diatribing on, the train had made a MD stop and a young woman got on and sat next to him. By that time, he had hung up the phone and started a loud whisper conversation with her. I figured he was done with the loud bellyaching. But no, now he stood beside me. So I got out of my seat, stood in the aisle so he could pass me and sit next to the window. Seated, he pulls out his phone, plugs it into the socket, puts on his earbuds and is quiet. I continue to read. Then the questions begin. Where am I going? I ignore him. He asks that a couple of times. No response from me. Then he says “Look, a picture of my mom in the 20’s”. I look and indeed it is some old photo of a pretty teen, could be the 20’s. I say nothing. Actually sorry that I looked, but the word ‘Mom’ got me. For probably 20 minutes he alternates between silence with his earbuds in, and asking questions. I never answer. I am confused by his behavior and even wonder if I need to worry about his becoming violent. After perhaps 20 minutes, he asks to leave, I again stand up so he can pass, and he returns to his seat behind me, next to the young lady. This is a 2.5 hours train ride. Near the end, about the height of Culpeper he leaves the lady and moves to the head of the seats and sits down to another man, similar clad in shorts and shirt. The two of them take up conversation, completely ignoring the quiet signs. 30 minutes later the train arrives in Charlottesville. I have to walk past him, but conveniently, other passengers who gave me knowing looks and head nods during all of the ruckus, get between me and him. Around them he says something to me, some sort of platitude, but I do not hear it, as he cannot see me and I am not going to give him any further opportunity to ‘to interact with me’. I leave the train; dumbfounded at his behavior, and having found no explanation for it.