Tues 3/23 "Subway Series" Evening Edition

One of my biggest pet peeves is men that have no common courtesy. And "Hood shit". *rolls eyes*


Standing on the platform. "If u leave her I'll leave him. We'll pack our bags don't say a word" Beyonce and R.L. Sang in my ears. I'm feeling quite calm. This song has that effect on me because of the harmony. It takes me back 2 the 90s when life was good.

It's Tuesday so I worked late and I'm anxious to get home to cook dinner.
There aren't many people on the platform. A cute but dusty Bruce Leroy looking dude, an older dude, a pregnant Latino girl and a few others.

Train arrives. First thing to annoy me, I step aside to let the people off but older guy brushes past me to get on and get a seat. I roll my eyes and try to kick him but I miss. I walk to the opposite door and lean against it. The pregnant girl gets on, she is CLEARY pregnant. I look around and see many women standing and the seats are filled with men.
Are u kidding? Now I can understand you're tired so you may not give up your seat to an able body woman. But a PREGNANT chick!?

Two homeboys from the hood have some sort of phone between the two of them with music playing loudly. Seriously? Step ya MP3 player game up homie! And you have the nerve to be giving me the eye? HA! Fat greasy unattractive dude is watching me while bumping his head hard 2 his music. I think he believes he's in a video. *gag*
I hate riding the train late after rush hour because that's when I see all the blax. I hate blax. Lmfao. No seriously. I do.

Little black teen girl gets on. She's a thick one. Skin tight jeans. Uggs and hair a over processed mess. She's followed by a few other people and a cop.  He very rudely pushes the punk teen away from the door and stands beside me. I very pointed looked him up and down and turned my lip up at him. "Jerk!" I'm thinking. He was hot though! Nice height, nice reddish brown complexion. He took off his hat to reveal a head of thick curly hair. YUM!! He could easily be hispanic, black or indian.

Young teen girl is making a point to push her butt in his direction. I looked up to see his reaction. He is not amused. I laughed out loud. Literally. I didn't mean to but that was funny. He locked eyes with me and smiled. My eyes went immediately to his hand checking for rings. OMG! His hands are hideous! I turned my head away.  I can't even imagine shaking his hands let alone allowing him to touch me intimately. *vomit*
Good he's getting off.  *smile* Nodding my head to the beat. Bilal sings "Rocking raw for months now. You can call me pull out master." I let out a sigh of relief. I dodged that bullet. I know he was about to strike up a convo. Smh. That was silly. He could have been my future husband. After at least 15 manicures. bhahahahahaha
*ding dong*
 
Thank you for riding the MTA
(photos of Model, Norman S., Chicago, Illinois, and Madalyn Ruggiero photo for The New York Times)