There aren't usually people hanging out on my block but today there were and it seems they are all men who've never seen legs before. I try not to be rude but I'm slightly annoyed.
I ignore the cat calls and walk up the stairs to wait for a train as apparently I've just missed one.
I sit on the bench and a short hispanic man and his two chubby children approach me. The father and daughter, sit beside me and the son stands in front of us.
Both kids are wearing glasses, back packs and flip flops and their feet are filthy. The boy sneezes a disgusting sounding wet sneeze and sprays everything within a foot of him. He doesn't cover his mouth. I roll my eyes is disgust and disbelief that his father didn't reprimand him.
The children begin to play hand games with each other and dangerously close to the angry black woman. (Me) Nostrils flared, I let out a slow breath. I'm waiting for the father to say something to his rowdy kids as they laugh and rough house with each other. He says nothing and my patience wears thin as the girl hits me with her backpack. I'm about to spazz but she quickly apologizes. I grunt and roll my eyes.
Just as I'm about to open my mouth and use very colorful language we hear the train approaching and they jump up and walk down the platform.
I'm lost on the train with no book to read and no tunes but luckily my blackberry is always buzzing and keeping me occupied.
I'm deep in bbm convos as the train pulls into a station and stops. I hear a few gasps and giggles so I look up to see what the fuss is about. A teen boy (I'm assuming by his frame) dressed in a, Charlie Chaplain like hat, jeans, a collared shirt, vest, and...a mask. A Jabbawokee mask. He's carrying a large duffle bag which I will soon find out is holding his boom box.
He sets down his bag and stands at the door. Not moving. Not speaking. Just standing. A few more giggles. I am not amused. I go back to my bbm convos. He turns on his music and begins his act. He does a little hip hop dance. Then he begins to gyrate suggestively on a womans lap. She laughs. My eyebrow raises as he moves on to another female and she giggles. He walks over to me and sits beside me. Just as I'm about to say "Look here, chile, I will beat you like you ate my last chicken wang!", the door that leads to the next car opens. On walks a tall heavyset man who resembles the rapper "Bone Crusher" with a sign on his neck. His hair is wild, curly, and dirty. Thick round glasses rested on a dirty face. He had on a tee shirt and jeans but he had a blanket draped over his shoulders with a rope wrapped around it. In a loud gravely voice he yells, "Spare some change, anybody?!" I almost bust out laughing at the sound of his voice. Is he serious! He sounds like a cartoon villain. Suddenly Jabbawockee kid doesn't seem so bad. Imagine this large,dirty man giving lap dances on the train.
*ding dong*
Thank you for riding the MTA
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