Wed 3/24 "Subway Series"

"Why'd you steer me wrong. Kept me holding on. Why'd u lead me on" Tweet sang as I stepped onto the train. I knew it would be crowded because I have on four inch heels. It never fails. I walk to the opposite doors to lean and alleviate the pressure I'm sure to feel after standing for 35 minutes. I take full inventory of the people on the train. Two Asian women. They look sleepy and unhappy. A couple of "Sopranos" in leather jackets, a few Messicans. Two heavy set West Indian women. One with a very pretty face and flawless makeup. Oh gosh is she has a gold tooth? And she's wearing a blonde wig. I'm loving her animal print boots though. She's the epitome of "Big doesn't mean sloppy" The other is very non discript. Plain Jane. She's probably a missionary at her church.


My music is always ridiculously loud. I prefer it that way because I can't hear the bullshit people talk about on their phones or to each other and I'm enveloped in the sound of my tunes. My music is always on shuffle so sometimes a song comes on that isn't very loud (mostly classical music) and I'm forced to hear the people around me.

The piano keys of "Bach Goldberg Variations" by Andras Schiff play softly and I here what sounds like a very heated argument.. I look over to see the same two women practically yelling at each other. It's not even 7am yet. The blonde is smiling so I don't think it's an argument. All the sleepy commuters like me are just staring. Wondering, are they for real? Do they think that people want to hear them?
 
I must've had a look of contempt on my face because the blonde looks me up and down and kinda gives me a face. As if it's ME disturbing her. lmfao...U know I love foolishness.
I put my hand on my hip and cocked my head to the side and gave her the wtf are u looking at face. bhahahahah..she wasn't paying me any attention she was back to her conversation. Shaking my head at myself. Why am I always looking for a fight? lol
 
"By the time you get this letter you may be doing better" played in my ear. Blondie and the church lady were forgotten...as I closed my eyes and was lulled back into my musical cacoon by Jamie Foxx.
 
*ding dong*
thank you for riding the MTA
(photo of Model Maxine Elbert, St Louis, Missouri