3/27/10 "Subway Series" Evening edition

I have a filthy mouth. I curse sometimes just to curse but I HATE to hear other ppl curse. I cringe even more so when it's a young girl. I also use the "n word" often, but it pisses me off tremendously to hear other ppl use it in public, especially NON blacks. Did I mention I hate humans? *sigh*


I turn on my ipod as the train pulls into the station. Head nodding to the beat I walk onto the train.

I take a seat and lean back preparing for my 40 minute nap. Oh crap! My ipod dies mid song.

I'm pissed off now so when this young couple gets on with their loud ghetto talk, I am NOT amused.

I stare at them with disdain as I wonder why they are so loud. My eyes open wide as I realize these young people are drugies.


She's sitting directly across from me and I'm staring in disbelief. She is barely over 25, hispanic, with dark lips, and many missing teeth. She appears to be pregnant. I assume he is hispanic but I later realize he is a white "homeboy from the hood".

A seat opens up near me and the guy sits. I look at him in disgust. Not because he is a crack head but because he's sitting next to me.

They are sitting across from each other shouting a conversation.

I immediately ask the female if she wants 2 sit in my seat. She declines.

He yells to her, "Get up! She sees we're talking to each other. She being nice." She shakes her head. He replies "That's aight. I don't mind sittin' next to her anyway, 'cause she pretty anyway. Don't she look like Diane?"

I'm not happy. I want to get the hell off the train. Why am I on this train? I'm trying my best not to scream, "Shut the fuck up!". I'm trying to distract myself with everything that I can. Fiddling in my purse, I pull out my trusty blackberry and continue the ping pong game I was started earlier that day. Why is he staring at it? "Yo that joint is moving mad fast. Oh oh. She's good"

I feel my face burning with anger. Is that steam coming from my ears? Am I growling? Lol

A seat opens up beside the girl and he moves over to her. And now the show begins. He starts antagonizing all the passengers nearest him. "What the fuck you looking at?" He screams at an older white woman. "Oh that niggas head is mad big! Fucking wet back" he screams at the Mexican man. The Mexican man just stares at him. The guy proceeds to scream at him, "What the fuck you lookin' at be? I should give u a buck fifty across ya face. You lucky I don't have a gun or knife on me." The mexican man just stares at him while everyone else avoids his eyes. "If we was locked up I would fuck you up. A nigga just got home. I don't give a fuck about nothing." Enter the Asian woman selling DVDs. He whispers loudly to the girl, "Watch this" to the Asian woman, "Let me see what you got"

At this point I'm over the show and wondering why the hell haven't they gotten off the train yet. I'm looking around to see what stop we're approaching, because this is some south Bronx shit. Lol

He attempted to steal the DVDs and tell the woman he was a cop and she had no license to sell. He continues to scream at the Mexican man. "You oblay ispanal?"

I need out. I have to get off this train. Oh great they are getting off. "Bye pretty" he says to me as he exits.

I roll my eyes and think to myself, "This is what I get being cheap and taking the train instead of a cab." I knw better nxt time.

It' seems as if everyone let out a sigh of relief as the couple exits the train.

I can't wait to get back to my side of town and back to normal civilization.



*ding dong*

Thank you for riding the MTA

Thurs 3/25 "Subway Series"

"If you wanna take a picture with money stand right here. You see all eyes is on the man right here.." Jada rhymed as I leaned back against the train doors. I'm a bit winded because I ran up the stairs. "Damn I need to work on my cardio." I thought as I scanned the train for crazies. There is little space in between two people. I don't feel like pushing for a seat. My heels are only three inches, I cam stand a while. My eyes rested on what appeared to be the black Einstein. His small spectacles and wild, salt and pepper hair were a sight at 7am.


I was smiling to myself thinking, "People just don't care what they look like these days" when an indescribable aroma wafted past my nose. My eyes opened wide, nostrils flared, lip turned up in disgust. My eyes darted from my left to my right trying to find the source of this smell. I'm looking around at the other commuters wondering if I was the only one who smelled it. I spot a woman who has her pale pink wrap over her mouth and nose. She looks at me shaking her head slightly as if to say "I don't know". Surely we couldn't be the only ones to smell it.

Again my eyes are scanning the people on the train. Young woman applying her makeup, a couple of construction workers, a few men dressed in business attire. A few "nannies", a man in a large coat and timberland boots sleeping, two elementary ag....wait a minute..back to man in big coat. Something is not quite right. He's not especially dirty but something is askew. I look at his hands. Oh my word. His hands are badly chapped and peeling and grimy. He moves and his face shows. WOW!

Sitting right amongst the people was the source of the smell. A homeless man. No one noticed because his clothes weren't badly tattered and he was bent over sleeping so his face wasn't visible. I'm sure if Miss Makeup new he was sitting right beside her she would have moved.

Oh look at that. Young guy just rushed past a pregnant girl for a seat. Shaking my head I turn my attention to the man who has just walked onto the train and is standing directly in front of me with his man purse pushing me. I push his bag and roll my eyes. I'm ready for a fight. I'm listening to rap music so I'm feeling tough. "G Unit what! G Unit what!...buck buck buck. 50 Cent you know how I gets down!"



*ding dong*

Thank you for riding the MTA
(photo from Blog "Reasons to love NY")

Wed 3/24 "Subway Series"

"Why'd you steer me wrong. Kept me holding on. Why'd u lead me on" Tweet sang as I stepped onto the train. I knew it would be crowded because I have on four inch heels. It never fails. I walk to the opposite doors to lean and alleviate the pressure I'm sure to feel after standing for 35 minutes. I take full inventory of the people on the train. Two Asian women. They look sleepy and unhappy. A couple of "Sopranos" in leather jackets, a few Messicans. Two heavy set West Indian women. One with a very pretty face and flawless makeup. Oh gosh is she has a gold tooth? And she's wearing a blonde wig. I'm loving her animal print boots though. She's the epitome of "Big doesn't mean sloppy" The other is very non discript. Plain Jane. She's probably a missionary at her church.


My music is always ridiculously loud. I prefer it that way because I can't hear the bullshit people talk about on their phones or to each other and I'm enveloped in the sound of my tunes. My music is always on shuffle so sometimes a song comes on that isn't very loud (mostly classical music) and I'm forced to hear the people around me.

The piano keys of "Bach Goldberg Variations" by Andras Schiff play softly and I here what sounds like a very heated argument.. I look over to see the same two women practically yelling at each other. It's not even 7am yet. The blonde is smiling so I don't think it's an argument. All the sleepy commuters like me are just staring. Wondering, are they for real? Do they think that people want to hear them?
 
I must've had a look of contempt on my face because the blonde looks me up and down and kinda gives me a face. As if it's ME disturbing her. lmfao...U know I love foolishness.
I put my hand on my hip and cocked my head to the side and gave her the wtf are u looking at face. bhahahahah..she wasn't paying me any attention she was back to her conversation. Shaking my head at myself. Why am I always looking for a fight? lol
 
"By the time you get this letter you may be doing better" played in my ear. Blondie and the church lady were forgotten...as I closed my eyes and was lulled back into my musical cacoon by Jamie Foxx.
 
*ding dong*
thank you for riding the MTA
(photo of Model Maxine Elbert, St Louis, Missouri
 

Tues 3/23 "Subway Series" Evening Edition

One of my biggest pet peeves is men that have no common courtesy. And "Hood shit". *rolls eyes*


Standing on the platform. "If u leave her I'll leave him. We'll pack our bags don't say a word" Beyonce and R.L. Sang in my ears. I'm feeling quite calm. This song has that effect on me because of the harmony. It takes me back 2 the 90s when life was good.

It's Tuesday so I worked late and I'm anxious to get home to cook dinner.
There aren't many people on the platform. A cute but dusty Bruce Leroy looking dude, an older dude, a pregnant Latino girl and a few others.

Train arrives. First thing to annoy me, I step aside to let the people off but older guy brushes past me to get on and get a seat. I roll my eyes and try to kick him but I miss. I walk to the opposite door and lean against it. The pregnant girl gets on, she is CLEARY pregnant. I look around and see many women standing and the seats are filled with men.
Are u kidding? Now I can understand you're tired so you may not give up your seat to an able body woman. But a PREGNANT chick!?

Two homeboys from the hood have some sort of phone between the two of them with music playing loudly. Seriously? Step ya MP3 player game up homie! And you have the nerve to be giving me the eye? HA! Fat greasy unattractive dude is watching me while bumping his head hard 2 his music. I think he believes he's in a video. *gag*
I hate riding the train late after rush hour because that's when I see all the blax. I hate blax. Lmfao. No seriously. I do.

Little black teen girl gets on. She's a thick one. Skin tight jeans. Uggs and hair a over processed mess. She's followed by a few other people and a cop.  He very rudely pushes the punk teen away from the door and stands beside me. I very pointed looked him up and down and turned my lip up at him. "Jerk!" I'm thinking. He was hot though! Nice height, nice reddish brown complexion. He took off his hat to reveal a head of thick curly hair. YUM!! He could easily be hispanic, black or indian.

Young teen girl is making a point to push her butt in his direction. I looked up to see his reaction. He is not amused. I laughed out loud. Literally. I didn't mean to but that was funny. He locked eyes with me and smiled. My eyes went immediately to his hand checking for rings. OMG! His hands are hideous! I turned my head away.  I can't even imagine shaking his hands let alone allowing him to touch me intimately. *vomit*
Good he's getting off.  *smile* Nodding my head to the beat. Bilal sings "Rocking raw for months now. You can call me pull out master." I let out a sigh of relief. I dodged that bullet. I know he was about to strike up a convo. Smh. That was silly. He could have been my future husband. After at least 15 manicures. bhahahahahaha
*ding dong*
 
Thank you for riding the MTA
(photos of Model, Norman S., Chicago, Illinois, and Madalyn Ruggiero photo for The New York Times)

Monday 3/22 "Subway Crush Series"

I had to run back to the house because I had forgotten somthing. Good thing I wasn't late YET but of course, when I arrived at the station there is some idiot who doesn't knw how to swipe her metro card.
The train is coming and there is a line because she is running back and forth swiping at each turnstile. I shake my head as I push past her and swipe my card. I'm greeted by a throng of teens running down the stairs. I reach the top just as the doors of the train close. Great! Now I'm probably going to be late.
Nostrils flaring I stand looking to see if another train is coming. The dumb ass that couldn't swipe her metro card is mumbling something abt me taking her fare. I wish she WOULD say something to me. I'm ready to spazz!
I look to my left and see one of my train crush. He's about 6' 4" with a smooth milk chocolate complexion and no facial hair. He has a bald que ball head. Nice full lips. He is always dressed sharp and today is no different. He's wearing dark pin striped slacks with a crisp white shirt and a dark cardigan. He's wearing brown italian shoes and his raggedy tommy hilfiger man purse. He's wearing glasses today. I like the way he looks in them. He standing in his usual spot near the stairs. He doesn't notice me yet so I can stare for a while. He looks up and sees me. I've already averted my eyes so he doesnt know I saw him. This means he's going to move closer but of course he's not going to speak.
The train is coming I turn on my Ipod. "All of my fears he erased Jesus. You saved the day." Kirk Franklin sang in my ears as I walked onto the train. It's not crowded so there are a few seats and I sit down. He stands directly in front of me. I pull out my blackberry because his crotch is directly in my line of sight. I don't want to stare. He pulls out some sort of financial magazine. I can't help but smile because I know he's watching me.
Fat lady gets on at the next stop and practically sits on my lap. I glare at her and I almost lose it but chocolate sexy man is standing in front of me. I keep sneaking peeks at him.
"We should be, making love. Instead of, breaking up. Cmon baby let me show you I'm for real. Lay in my bed" *smile* Mario sings as the train continues.
At this point the train has become very crowded and he moves closer to me. I keep averting my eyes but I feel him looking at me each time I put my head down.

Kicking myself for not wearing my shades. I could have been sizing him up. lol
It's our stop. He moves aside to let me go first. I weave in and out of the crowd. I'm late I need to make a mad dash for the office. At first it looks as if he's going to follow me. He doesn't. I take one last look before I run up the stairs. Our eyes lock. I look away.
*sigh*
Why doesn't he say something? Gosh!
Oh well, maybe I'll see him tomorrow.


*ding dong*

Thank You for Riding the MTA
(photo of model Louis Hodges, Hartford CT)