"Subway Series" Complexion Connection Edition

I've been stuck indoors for the past four days, with back pain, so I'm anxious to be out and about.


Dressed in white skinny jeans, a tank top and fedora, I tip toe gingerly in my four inch heels, feeling the tugs and tweaks in my back. I think to myself, "These heels were a bad idea"

I stand waiting for the train, all eyes on me. I roll my eyes and pull out my iPod.

The train arrives and I'm bopping my head, to the remix of "Sugar we're going down" by Fall Out Boy, as I board.

My eyes quickly scan the car for a seat. I spot one near a young man with a stroller and a toddler. I look down at my white pants and think, "No way!" I spot a seat beside a middle aged hispanic man, with socks up to his knees and sandals, who is staring at my "pants" and a perfectly tanned, female, dressed in dark, stripped slacks and a rumpled white blouse, her blonde hair pulled in a careless bun. I sat by the girl.

I relax, leaning my head back against the wall and crossing my legs. I close my eyes. *tap tap* on my arm. What the..? My eyes shoot open, I sit upright, and my head whips to my right with a snarl. The blonde girl is talking to me. I rip out my ear plugs and growl, "What!?" "What color is that on your toes?", she smiles. Her haggard, tired face is transformed and she is radiant. I couldn't help but soften and respond, explaining that it could only be one of three colors, because I only wear pale pinks, looking down at my manicured toes in my opened toe shoes and then at her's, which were large. Stuffed into flip flops her feet were dry and chapped, nails without polish. I grimaced and looked back up at her.

"..Because, it looks great against your skin color", she was saying. I smile. "Aww, thanks."

She asks why I only use the pale pink colors and I explain that I don't like the way the darker colors look on me. She begins to tell me of her black friend who also doesn't wear dark colors. "You guys are crazy. Especially you. Your complexion is good it goes perfect with everything. It's nice because it's not too dark" *errrkkkk* WHAT?! Time out. Did she really just say that? I roll my eyes and smile coldly as I put my headphones back in, mumbling to myself, "This bitch with her orange spray tan talkin' to me. That's why I don't fuckin' talk to strangers. Stupid ass."



*ding dong*

Thank you for riding the MTA.