Thurs 3/25 "Subway Series"

"If you wanna take a picture with money stand right here. You see all eyes is on the man right here.." Jada rhymed as I leaned back against the train doors. I'm a bit winded because I ran up the stairs. "Damn I need to work on my cardio." I thought as I scanned the train for crazies. There is little space in between two people. I don't feel like pushing for a seat. My heels are only three inches, I cam stand a while. My eyes rested on what appeared to be the black Einstein. His small spectacles and wild, salt and pepper hair were a sight at 7am.


I was smiling to myself thinking, "People just don't care what they look like these days" when an indescribable aroma wafted past my nose. My eyes opened wide, nostrils flared, lip turned up in disgust. My eyes darted from my left to my right trying to find the source of this smell. I'm looking around at the other commuters wondering if I was the only one who smelled it. I spot a woman who has her pale pink wrap over her mouth and nose. She looks at me shaking her head slightly as if to say "I don't know". Surely we couldn't be the only ones to smell it.

Again my eyes are scanning the people on the train. Young woman applying her makeup, a couple of construction workers, a few men dressed in business attire. A few "nannies", a man in a large coat and timberland boots sleeping, two elementary ag....wait a minute..back to man in big coat. Something is not quite right. He's not especially dirty but something is askew. I look at his hands. Oh my word. His hands are badly chapped and peeling and grimy. He moves and his face shows. WOW!

Sitting right amongst the people was the source of the smell. A homeless man. No one noticed because his clothes weren't badly tattered and he was bent over sleeping so his face wasn't visible. I'm sure if Miss Makeup new he was sitting right beside her she would have moved.

Oh look at that. Young guy just rushed past a pregnant girl for a seat. Shaking my head I turn my attention to the man who has just walked onto the train and is standing directly in front of me with his man purse pushing me. I push his bag and roll my eyes. I'm ready for a fight. I'm listening to rap music so I'm feeling tough. "G Unit what! G Unit what!...buck buck buck. 50 Cent you know how I gets down!"



*ding dong*

Thank you for riding the MTA
(photo from Blog "Reasons to love NY")