Subway Series "Gangsta Edition"

Rap music makes me violent. Especially 50Cent's, "Get Rich or Die trying" album.

"We don't play dat, we don't play dat, we don't play dat, G-Unit, we don't play around" blasted in my ears as I bopped to the beat. Wearing a white fitted tee, green linen pants, eighties shades, and my Giuseppe slippers, hair blowing in the wind, I was anything BUT "gangsta" but that didn't stop me from walking with a bop, hands in pockets, a slight sneer on my face (you know my face) as I mouthed the words to the song.

As usual people are staring but 50 has me thinking I'm tough, so I'm ready to fight. Not caring that he's about 6'4" and 300lbs, I snarl at the man standing to my right. He turns away.

A short hispanic man descends the stairs carrying a wheel chair. A girl about 7 or 8 follows him, and a middle aged woman limps down the stairs behind them. The train arrives. It's ridiculously crowded. It's rush hour. The woman gets on in her wheelchair and parks herself by the door. At the next stop, a young woman gets on with a baby in a carriage, a toddler and a six or seven year old. A middle aged man with a big bushy mustache pushes past her to take the seat beside me. I mutter some curses and roll my eyes at him as he opens up his paper.

The woman stands at the other door with her carriage and children.

So now that's a woman in a wheelchair with a kid, a woman with a baby in a carriage and 2 other kids, both standing at opposite doors, and it's RUSH HOUR! Fml

What do you think happens next? My iPod dies and on walks a panhandler! He sure is talking a lot. He stops beside the woman with her kids and in a voice that is hardly understandable says that he loves children and that hers are beautiful. She smiles a weak smile. Her face flushes slightly with embarrassment. I imagine she's praying he goes away.

I'm sitting between a fat woman and the man with his paper. He is fidgeting way to much. Going into his pockets, opening his paper wide, then closing it. I've already inched as close to the fat woman as I can. With no tunes he is REALLY annoying me. Only a few more stops to go. I can endure it right?

He sneezes. I cringe.

Thank God it's my stop!

I stand to get of the train but not before I elbow the fuck out of him. I smile a little smile as I exit the train. Oh the little things that make me happy.



*ding dong*

Thank you for riding the MTA.