Sunday, November 9, 2008
Sunday, October 26, 2008
I’m constantly amazed and annoyed by the people on the subway. Not so much the other riders, though often I can’t stand them, but more so the people who take advantage of the captive audience. The Preachers, the Musicians, the people supposedly raising money for the homeless. Do they not realize that they are catching us at what is usually the worst part of our day and when we are quite possibly at our least charitable?
There are those that feel the need to just preach and spread the gospel for their entire ride, on the way to work. Usually older women, you can never spot just which they will be. But I can only imagine that after they exit the train they go off to their jobs working in Accounts Payable and no one who works with them realizes how they spend their commute. I often have the same preacher at the same time almost every morning who speaks/preaches in a voice that is vastly different from his speaking voice and I’m not sure if he realizes it is quite a comical one at that.
One day I got on the subway and spotted someone who I just knew to be a Preacher. Just before he could begin, he was pre-empted by a new entrant into the competition for captive commuters’ money, the Comedian. While not very funny, the Comedian carried on with his shtick and I watched the Preacher open his mouth and then stop. He then worked his way to the door near me and I could hear him grumbling the entire trip to the next stop about the Comedian, and I have to say his words were not exactly what you would wish to hear from a supposed man of the cloth.
This summer the Mariachi Bands were plentiful on the rails, all of various skills. When heading to Yankee Stadium one Saturday this past summer, I took 4 different trains and was subjected to 3 Mariachi Bands. That is easily 2 Mariachi Bands too many for any day.
The only ones I’m always impressed with are the young kids who will get on, place a boombox down, and in the small amount of available space, put on an acrobatic dance routine without touching another soul. Their flipping, spinning on poles seems all the more impossible and impressive due to the fact that they are performing on a moving platform that is prone to sudden lurches and stops.
It is because of all these people that I never ride the subway without headphones on. I never have music on so that I can hear what is going on around me and whether there have been train delays and just to keep track of what is going on in general on the train. But I never take them off so that I have the excuse that I didn’t hear them. This started because every now and then you get the crazy person who just wants to be heard and often is aggressive. It is better to pretend you don’t hear them and are not aware of them then to have them get in your face.
I suppose I should be tolerant, but when it’s early in the morning or I’m exhausted after a long stressful day at work, the last thing I want to deal with is someone else forcing themselves upon me. It makes me long for the days when I commuted to
Monday, July 28, 2008
Thursday, July 24, 2008
Everyone on the subway was staring at her... as you can see this lady to her left:
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
Monday, June 2, 2008
1. No A/C on my 40 minute subway ride.
2. When I got a seat, the girl next to me decided that a crowded subway in the morning is the ideal time and place to remove her nail polish and put on a new coat.
3. A female crazy/subway preacher yammering on about God and Christ and us Sinners for 40 minutes in the background. I had forgotten my headphones at work on Friday so I couldn't drown her out.
Now at work I feel a bit sick and to top it off since I took Friday off there is so much to attempt to catch up on.
If you are ever on the subway in the morning and come across this trifecta... flee.
Friday, May 9, 2008
Just yesterday I was walking down the 3rd avenue and at 10th street I saw my first fire extinguisher tag:
Messy… but huge and pretty cool.
Saturday, May 3, 2008
I have started playing a new game on the subway to pass the time. I cast my fellow travelers in a movie based purely by their physical appearance and/or demeanor.
It started a couple weeks ago on the way from Brooklyn to Manhattan with my Fiance in a train that was about 1/4 full. I looked at one man sitting a few seats from me and realized that he would be perfectly cast as the "Gruff But Loveable Father Figure." It made me then take a closer look at my fellow straphangers and start placing them in their various stereotypical movie roles.
Two 18-22 year old girls sitting near each other, but not with each other. One of them Jewish and conservatively dressed reading a textbook, the other black and more stylish, reviewing what looked like work for school. I immediately cast them as the 2 "Bickering Intellectuals Who Can't Seem To Get Along Or Agree On Anything But In The End Realize They Are More Alike Than They Thought."
Across from me was a thuggish dressed young black man with a big build who would immediately be cast as the "Guy From The Wrong Side Of The Tracks That Eventually Sacrifices Himself To Save Everyone."
Also in the train at the time was the "Prissy Beauty Queen", "Nerdy Dead Meat", "Hysterical Mother", "Weaselly Traitor", "Frightened Children Who Go Into Shock", and "Goofy Best Friend Who Dies At The Beginning Of The Third Act."
Not everyone gets a role, those that I don't cast end up as extras.
Myself? I'm cast as the hero of course, with my Fiance as my love interest.