A straphanger's diary of the ridiculous happenings aboard the A train. A circus of entertainment for only $2.50!

DAY 3

You really can count on the A train to wake you up in the morning. At around 7:30am a FOP entered the uptown train at Chambers Street. This particular man had an amusing, yet annoyingly offensive, tic. He picked up on one phrase and yelled it out repeatedly for at least five minutes like a cuckoo clock while varying the syllables he emphasized: "WASHington Heights! WASHington Heights! WASHington Heights! WashingTON Heights! WashingTON Heights! WashingTON Heights!" etc., etc. Other choice words: UNion Square! UNion Square! UNion Square! Union SQUARE! Union SQUARE! Union SQUARE! Pretty Girls! Pretty Girls! Timessss Square! Timessss Square! Timessss Square!

The amusing part was the sound of his voice: rough, jagged hiss. And he interspersed a creepy, slow, guttural chuckle between his repetitive screams. Heeeuh, Heeeuh, Heeeuh.

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