This morning I made some subway observations of my own and thought I would share them.
On the C train heading to work. Two strange and interesting looking women were sitting across from me on opposite sides of the long subway seat. One, a middle aged black woman with short crimped hair was accessorized with bright red, 80's style sunglasses and a Disc-Man. She was breathing into her turtleneck and rocking back and forth - almost violently. She stop a few times to say hi to nearby passengers. Friendly. Then she hastily switched seats and yelled at the woman across from her "What are you staring at? Huh? What are you staring at? You're too ugly to stare at me!". Not so friendly anymore.
Two, an older white woman who looked like she stepped off a boat at Ellis Island a hundred years ago from Russia or the Ukraine. The lines on her face and babushka in her hair gave her a sense of old world wisdom and heartache. The mole under her nose was the kind grandchildren fear when kissing their old, strange relative at family parties. I was brought back to present day when I noticed her fashionable boots and purse. I realized she must just be another NY woman on her way to work.
I wonder what people make up about me on the subway?
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