Dressed in hoodies, sneakers, hollywood shades and capri running tights my friend and I walk onto the train. I'm struggling with a bag full of give aways and I'm wearing a black skully hat. Her hair is in a curly afro puff.
We are engaged in conversations about life, music and relationships.
We laugh as we talk about "racial profiling" on the train. Lol. Anyone who rides the train KNOWs what this is. On a semi crowded train you look for a pigment deficient to stand in front of because you know they are getting off at a particular stop. I explain that that doesn't always work for me because many times they are getting off at MY stop. I HAVE kind of mastered the art of recognizing the "Soprano" type that live near me. They have a more "European" look, rather than "American".
Throughout our conversation we notice and laugh about different things. The chubby guy wearing skinny jeans and sneakers with the large tongues hanging. The older black woman wearing glasses who appears to be reading a magazine but repeatedly looks up at us smiling. The white guy in jeans so tight he has a camel toe.
I point out two men who I know will be getting off at my stop. One in a black leather motorcycle jacket and dark hair and an older man with white hair and a dark gray smoking jacket.
My attention rests on the young hispanic woman who has been lip singing with her eyes closed the entire ride. I looked up and she's eating Mc Donald's fries. "Where did she get those from?", I ask my friend. We laugh and continue talking. I look up again and she has a fountain drink. "What the hell? Does she have a Mc Donald's in her purse?" Lol
We have now arrived at my friends stop, I laugh as I point out the two "Soprano" guys are still on the train.
I lean back and close my eyes..I'm exhausted. 15 minute cat nap will do me just fine.
The train arrives at my stop. I get up and sure enough, the two gentlemen get up to get off as well.
I laugh to myself. I knew it.
*ding dong*
Thank you for riding the MTA
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