"Subwy Series" *Spring Edition*

It's the weekend. I hate taking the train but I especially hate taking the train on the weekend. There is always track work being done, rerouting, anything that equals delays!


It's a beautiful spring day. The sun is shining brightly. Dressed in light blue, denim jeans, a white, collared shirt, my heels are click clacking against the pavement. My hair which had been straight and neatly tucked behind my ears, now blew in a wavy tangled mess as I strutted. *click clack click clack* I'm walking to the train, headed 2 the city 2 have drinks with the girls.Wiping my forehead realizing it (the day) wasn't as beautiful as I had thought. It was, in fact, quite humid and uncomfortable.Rolling my eyes trying to pull my hair back into some sort of sensible style, I climbed the subway stairs.

The train arrived shortly after that and I walked on, IPOD blasting.

The train wasn't too crowded but I stood anyway. I didn't want 2 squeeze next to the fat man that was sizing me up or the woman with the fat toddler who was eating Doritos. I leaned back against the door and scanned the train. My eyes rested on a pair of huge leather boots. They were so fly! Dark reddish brown, pointed but not too pointy, laces and a strap. Definitely something you'd find on 8th Street in one of those shoe boutiques. A large Louie spy bag sat on the floor between the pointed boots. Light blue jeans tucked into the boots, white button up, perfectly manicured nails. Large, gold framed "Hollywood" shades. And a Dior scarf tied around the head? Hold on just one minute! This was me in my early twenties! I always rocked a scarf with or without a fedora and huge shades. Shoot, depending on how I feel, I STILL do. It's part of the reason why my friend Pete gave me the nickname Alicia C. (That was during the time Alicia Keys became popular.) But this was a MAN. And he was staring @ me. I looked down and realized we were dressed alike except I had on strappy sandals and no head scarf.

Then an announcement came over the loud speaker. "Last Stop!!" I mumbled a few curse words as I realized we were being told to take a shuttle bus. I was not pleased.

I scrambled with all the rest of the commuters to the awaiting shuttle buses.

Beads of sweat on my forehead. Nostrils flaring. I'm pissed! I stepped onto the bus. Pushed past the idiots standing by the door to the empty space toward the back.

I pass a young couple. The guy looks me up and down. The girl looks at me, at her man, back at me and rolls her eyes. "Eff you cunt" I say with my eyes. For this I stand in front of them, giving him a great view of my ass in my skin tight jeans.

The doors close and the bus pulls off. Jill Scott sings softly into my ears. I smile. Eyes resting on a toned arm of which the skin is so black and so smooth. Thick locks hung down to the elbow. I looked up into the darkest eyes with the darkest, thickest lashes I had ever seen. A perfectly lined beard around lips I wanted to bite. He was talking into a cell phone. His accent so thick and sexy. I immediately searched his fingers. I let out the breath I didn't know I'd been holding. No rings! *giggle* I listened intently to what he was saying. "Yah baybey, mi ah come home in a lickle bit. Di train ah stop han mi haffi tek bus" Oh damn. Oh well, it doesn't hurt to look, right?

Finally, we arrive at the train station.

Cute dread man is forgotten as I hear the young girl yelling at her boyfriend for looking at my ass. I giggle and put a lil extra swing in my hips.



*Ding dong*

Thank you for riding the MTA.