"Subway Series" *drummer boy edition*

I don't mind some of the subway entertainers. They are actually quite entertaining but some of them are pushy,disruptive and obnoxious.


It's hot as hell. I'm wearing a knee length, white, cotton sundress,a shrug of a denim jacket and flip flops. Of course I'm wearing my "Hollywood Mocha" shades.

Sweat pours down my face as I walk briskly to the train sipping on a slushy from Dunkin Donuts.

The train arrives and I pull out my book. The train is EMPTY! I'm ecstatic. I sit in a nice little corner reading my book, sipping my slushy. Train stops a couple people get on. A little hispanic man in a baseball cap, shorts, a muscle shirt and sandals carrying a backpack smiles at me and sits beside me. I look at all the empty seats and scream "Are u fucking kidding me?!" I swing my bag to smack him and move to the other side the empty train. An older black man with a white goatee and a bald head dressed in khakis and a polo shirt chuckled. I scowl at him.

Reading my book I almost didn't notice the cutie in a charcoal suit, white shirt, no tie, open top buttons. I said ALMOST. Lol

Approaching my stop I close my book and exit the train. Waiting on the platform for my connecting train, I hear the African drum. I pull out my IPOD immediately and crank it up but not before I hear the drummer, a tall, heavyset, balding black man in baggy mom jeans and a dirty gray tee shirt say some about me being perfect. I ignore him and walk further down the platform. He follows, beating his drum and singing loudly. My back is to him and I can't really decipher what he's saying but judging from the smiles at me and giggles he is serenading me. I can feel the vibration of the drum and his voice. Sucking my teeth I fold my arms. He is really trying to get my attention. I am not amused and certainly not in the mood.

The train arrives and I walk on and sit preparing for another quick nap. As soon as I close my eyes, that damn drum starts up again and the large man start speaking loudly and then singing. I wish I had something to throw at him. "Shut the fuck up!!" I want to scream. There is a woman with two small children. She looks as annoyed as I. He comes and stands directly in front of me singing. Dude! Seriously!? "Get outta my got damned face!"

Ugghh, I hate him and everything he stands for! Thank God the doors open and a crowd of people rush onto the train. He gets off.

Thank you! Now..I lean back and prepare to nap. Oh damn, this is my stop! Fuck u drummer boy!



*ding dong*

Thank you for riding the MTA