Gosh I love the NYC Subway!!!
3/19/25:
Well, this morning was interesting. I got to my Subway
platform. And there's a black man with his pants all the way down to his ankles
and he's squatting on the platform and looks like he's defecating. so I
avoid him and I get on the train quickly. Then I look through the window to see
if, in fact, he is defecating. But he's no longer there because he's on my train now, with
his pants all the way down to his ankles. You couldn't even tell that he had no
pants around because his skin was like grey. And people would get on not
realizing, getting ready to sit next to him, and then became alert. And they'd make faces of alarm, and that was kind of amusing, but this went on until we got to Times
Square. Women's faces of disgust; a man's face of disbelief. He
kept looking at him and shaking his head to me. The thing with these guys
is that they're so out of it, whether on drugs or mental illness, and they
don't even know how to pull their pants up. He was fussing with the tie on the
waist of his pants for like 30 minutes (down at his ankles, of course). He couldn't get it right. And I didn't see
how he got off. Whether the pants were still down to his ankles when he got off at
Times Square.
Ah, another pleasant ride on the New York City subways this
morning.
So, I usually take the #3 at 125th Street because I catch it only two stops from its last stop. So, it’s usually pretty empty. But, this morning the #2 showed up and it had one seat available on the 2-seater next to the connecting cars and the door at the end of the car. I got on and sat next to a woman.
So, we didn’t even travel one stop when she turns to me sweetly and asks, “are you ok?” I figured I must be clearing my throat and sniffing. I respond that I’m fine; that it’s only allergies, and I thank her. I take my kindle out and start reading my novel.
We are pulling into 34th St. (5 stops later) and she says something to me, but I don’t catch what she said. And, seconds after saying whatever she said, she snatches my kindle out of my hands and flings it across the car. It lands near the doors on our opposite side that are about to open at 34th St. The kindle cover cracks loudly on the floor and the kindle falls out of it. I say to her, “what is wrong with you?” and then I hurry to pick up my kindle and cover. Someone gets up from the seats by that door diagonal to her to get off the train. I take that seat. I inspect the kindle and put it back in its cover. It seems that it’s ok, but I’ll have to check it further. From that point on the woman is ranting at me. She is so angry. I tell her to take a nap, but then decide it is very unwise to even respond to this lunatic. The woman across from me is shaking her head at me in acknowledgement of what just happened. The two women who are sitting across from the crazy woman get up and walk to the other side of the car and sit elsewhere.
So, she continues ranting and cursing at me. I can’t even catch everything she is saying (probably a blessing). F__king this; f__king that. She hopes I go into a f__ing hole and never come out. Hey, I’m talking to you!!!! (I’m ignoring her). F__king grey haired bitch!!! I hate f__king grey haired bitches. )*&^)*&^06m (^)&^(&^%(6 _(*&)*(&)&* *&%$*$&^%$
I start wondering whether she’ll attempt to attack me physically. And, with this thought, I start wondering what I can use as my weapon. Well, my elbows are sharp. I could give her a quick elbow jab in her chest or her ribs.
Anyway, Chambers Street comes up (my train changing station) and I make sure to walk as far away from her as is possible lest she decide to lunge at me and do some other damage.
Whew. I was a bit off by the time I arrived at work.
A day in New York City subways. J
PS: So it seems I annoy people even when I’m not speaking to them or having any discourse with them whatsoever. She was just annoyed at my existence.
PPS: So, now I'm seriously considering whether I should look into some self defense classes for weak osteoporotic grey haired bitches.
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