~Blue Eyed Beauty Edition~

Awakened abruptly, out of my sleep, by the jerking motion of the train, I rolled my eyes as the doors opened and people milled in.
I was struck by how terribly plain and downright unattractive some of the women were that entered the train.
A woman sat mostly on my lap. I was disgusted. She had one of those asses that looked like there was an entire person hiding in her pants. It was not attractive. In fact she looked like she smelled. I shook my head at myself for being so petty but snarled when she had the nerve to wiggle to fit more comfortably.
The train pulled into the next station and more people boarded.
I looked up at long dark lashes flapping over the bluest eyes I had ever seen.
Of course I had to take inventory of the owner of these eyes.
He was perfection on a warm summer morning. He was of average height, 5'10" or so, not orange tanned but a slight bit of color, dark hair combed back with just enough product that he didn't look as if he was wearing a helmet. He wore a stripped, pale pink, dress shirt that looked as if I was made just to fit his broad but not overly massive shoulders and dark grey slacks that hugged his perfectly toned behind. The pants fell just right over his tan oxfords.
I could not keep my eyes from roaming his body multiple times then resting on his mouth I thought, "Shit! He is GORGEOUS!"
I watched him as he watched the ugly Asian girl that stood in front of him. Shaking my head I stood as the train pulled into my station.
I passed him and then looked back to get one last peak. We locked eyes for all of five seconds. He smiled slightly as I exited the train and ran up the stairs.
I was late again.

*ding dong*

Thank you for riding the MTA.

~The Insecure Girlfriend Edition~

While I hate all humans, I love seeing couples and watching how they interact. I especially love seeing couples on the way to work together who give a soft peck as one departs.
I run up the stairs, arms flailing, pearls, iPod and blackberry in hand. I dash into the train just as the doors close.
I'm all the way at the back but I don't care,
There are seats available in this car and I snuggle into one.
I see one of the couples I've seen on occasion and I smile to myself.
They are an adorable pair. Neither of impressive height. Both honey coloured. She is always fashionably dressed and her make up is always flawless.
He is usually in a dress shirt and slacks with huge headphones.
I don't stare as I've been know to do. I kind of just size them up and turn away.
As I go to turn my iPod on I notice he looks annoyed and I see her lips moving slightly. My ears perk up as I hear her steely whisper, "Where do you know her from? I know something went on"
He glances at me quickly and rolls his eyes as he whispers back, "I don't know that female."
I try not to stare but I see how tight and angry his face is. I notice he is trying extremely hard not to look my way.
I don't pay it any attention, I assume he just doesn't want to cause any more drama with his lady.
I turn on my music and they are almost forgotten as Jonelle Monae sings, "This is a cold war, do you know what you're fighting for?!" I smiled to myself nodding my head to the beat.
I notice they are both stealing glances at me and I notice her mouth move subtly again.
I'm wondering, is he a dog that has been caught in some shit or is this woman a pretty, insecure, psycho who thinks that every woman her man looks at is a past lover. I mean this conversation or argument can't possibly be about ME.
I glance at him and he looks fed up, ready to snap, in pain as if her badgering is slowly killing him.
I make it my business not to look at him again for the entire ride. I don't want to cause this stranger any more problems then he, clearly, already has.
At that very moment I see a white tee and fitted on what appears to be a frame of 6'6". They are forgotten as I lust over this chocolate giant.

*ding dong*

Thank you for riding the MTA.

~Transit Worker Edition~ Part Deux

I'm ecstatic!
My last patient is at 6oclock!
This means I will be out of the office before 8pm and I'll get home at a normal time.
I'm practically skipping to the train station in my black and white striped dress, red blazer, perfectly fluffed afro and 4in peep toes.
I don't even realize it's Monday which means old boy will be in the booth.
I just missed the train.
I kiss my teeth as I hide behind a pillar.
TOO LATE!
He spots me.
The next train will not arrive for another 7 minutes. I sigh as I preoccupy myself with my iPod, my phone, imaginary things in my bag.
He comes over.
"Why you just leave me like that?"
I bust out laughing remembering my speedy departure last week.
"What do you mean?" I smile coyly.
He gives me the side eye as he asks, "So when you gonna let me take you out? Dinner, a show? No parties. I'on party"
I continue to fiddle with things in my bag.
"Oh, you just gonna ignore me?"
I laugh again.
He gets a phone call and I inch away.
"Two more minutes 'till the train arrives" I think to myself.
I fumble in my bag for my metro card.
"You have an unlimited?"
"Yes" fumbling in my large bag.
"Here, just come through before you miss your train!"
I continue to look for my card as the train doors open.
"You just aint gone let me do NOTHING, huh?"
I smile as I swipe my Metrocard and scurry to the train.

*ding dong*
Thank you for riding the MTA

~Transit Worker Edition~

I can't see shit!


I never carry my glasses and my contact was irritating me so I threw it away.

Clearly I didn't think this through. I had multiple hours left to work staring at the computer and I can't see at night with BOTH contacts. Smh

I ponder for about five seconds if I should take a cab home or not. It's not that late.

I walk down the steps to the subway.

In a form fitting royal blue belted dress and cheetah print sandals, I'm fumbling with my large bag trying to get my headphones while texting and trying to see how long I have to wait for the next train.

I'm deep in my bag totally oblivious to my surroundings. I hear a voice. "Daaamn"

I don't look up. He sounds like someone's pervy uncle. He's saying something else. I'm half listening.

He says, "I like your natural hair. Actually. I like everything." I offer a smile in hopes he will go away. I finally look up. It's the man from the booth. He asks if I take this train every night. I smile but do not answer. He continues to talk. "I'm here every Monday and Tuesday" he says.

I squint at the sign wondering why this three minutes is taking so long.

He's not bad looking. Handsome even. But he is probably old enough to be my father.

He asks my name. "Mocha" I say. "Oh you know they have a spot called Moca uptown" I roll my eyes. "Yes, I know."

He laughs.

This is the longest three minutes in life.

"So are you gonna give me your number?" I smile as I get on the train and the doors close behind me wondering how I'm gonna avoid him tomorrow.



*ding dong*

Thank you for riding the MTA

SUBWAY SERIES ~Miserable Teen Edition~

We established ages ago that while I hate all humans, I hate teens the most.

I nodded my head, with my lip turned up in my signature snarl, to the melodic screams, drums and electric guitars of 30 Seconds to Mars playing through my headphones.

Dressed in white fitted slacks, a blue and green floral blouse, shades and bedazzled flip flops. I was the poster girl for summer.

The train arrived and the teen girls who had been standing somewhere behind me pushed past me to get onto the train as I had stepped aside to let the people off. I grunted and kicked the one closest to me. Her neck snapped quickly to face me and I stared at her daring her to say something. she looked away.

I continue to bop my head feeling a hot stare burning a hole into the side of me.

I turn to see a set of teens to my right and a lone teen leaning against the door.

They all look miserable and I think to myself, "Where the hell are all these got damned kids going?"

The loner leaning on the door had the typical teen expression, "I hate life. No one understands me. Why is life so haaaard?"

I rolled my eyes thinking, "Little girl, you have no idea what life is even about yet.". I wanted to smack a smile onto her frowning face. She was dressed sloppily in sweats and a t-shirt that did not hide her muffin top.

I laughed to myself as I thought, "Sheesh I'm getting old and turning into my mother!" I was once that miserable teen, thinking I knew everything but knowing nothing.

I was still looking at the miserable teen wanting to smack her as the train pulled into the next station. It became crowded and I snarled at the Hispanic man and inched away from him as he stared at me. I rolled my eyes and turned to see who I was bumping into.

And there he was. At least 6'3" with chocolate skin and broad shoulders. He wore a polo shirt and it fit snugly over his frame and arms..Lawd his ARMS! His biceps the size of my thighs! It took everything in me not to lick the chocolate arm that was stretched out in front of me holding on. He looked at me with a slight apologetic smile as the train grew increasingly more crowed and he got closer. I blushed and turned away. He stared at me for a bit then turned away. Then he continued to steal glances. I watched all of this from behind my shades as I faced forward.

And then..when I thought I had met the chocolate man of my dreams..and thought of the beautiful chocolate babies we would have, he puffed up his chest like a peacock. I raised a brow. Laughing to myself at this blatant attempt to get my attention.

The train pulled into the next station and another man entered the train and began to stare. I was beginning to think my panties were on the outside of my pants when it hit me, I was wearing white pants. White pants give me super powers.

Bahahahahahha!

I returned my gaze to my future husband and almost gasped in horror.

He had begun bopping super hard to his loud ass rap music that I could hear over mine.

This love affair was OVER. I turned away and kept my head turned until he left the train.



*ding dong*

Thank you for riding the MTA.