DAY 58
Sitting across from me:
1. A bear with aviator sunglasses wearing a green utility jumpsuit and a very, very low-cut wife beater shirt with lots of chest hair.
2. An older Chinese lady with a black sporty backpack that has two giant okra poking out.
DAY 57
This afternoon a middle-age thuggish guy* came zig-zagging through the train car spouting some preachy advice for us all.
"The devil made me smoke weed."
"It was the devil that made me a hater. I hated on everyone. The only way through is with god on your side."
"I ain't gonna steal your watch or your phone. Life's got a bigger purpose than that, folks."
I looked into his eyes and he seemed genuinely sincere. Not crazy. Just trying to help us all be a little bit more kind and considerate.
*A reformed guy formerly known as a thug. I'm pretty sure that the tattoo tears near his eye represent gang kills.
DAY 56
Ride of irritation.
Waited ten minutes for an A or C train while three F trains showed up across the platform during that time.
The lady conductor screamed,"STAND CLEAR OF THE CLOSING DOORS...STOP BLOCKING THE DOORS! STAAAAND CLEEEAAAR!!!" This happened at each station.
A woman next to me had on a giant backpack despite the train car being very crowded. Clearly not a New Yorker. Or just really inconsiderate.
The train wildly jerked back and forth between High Street and Fulton Street. I wonder why this happens. Are the tracks not aligned?
DAY 55
This morning there was about thirty square feet of super-sticky grossness on the floor of the A train. Everyone's shoes were sticking, but the train was so crowded--at 7am mind you--that no one could move to a different area of the car.
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