Mar 02, 2006 16:39
A few weeks ago I was the only one in a subway car with this smelly, sleeping bum.
I was on my way home from work, wearing heels, and completely exhausted.
The normal thing to do would be to take one whiff of that stench, and book it to the next car over.
But wait! I am not normal.
So I rode it out with this smelly bum for at least 5 stops. Granted, that adds up to about 3 minutes of time, but it felt like foreverrrr. At one point, this woman stepped into the car at her stop and immediately stepped back out to run to the next car.
I swear to you - the next car over erupted in laughter.
They were all watching me!
At this point, I was just breathing through my mouth and thinking "This is New York..there is no way I would know anyone in the next car over riding on the uptown 6 train at 9:30 on a Saturday night". So I rode alone with the smelly, sleeping bum.
Boyy was I wrong. Knowing that friends of mine would get a kick out of this story, I relayed it one afternoon. Good times were had by all, as well as the questioning of my logic and my sanity [Naturally, I mean..what was I trying to prove?]
A little over a week later, Mags calls me up to tell me this story her sociology prof. told the class in relation to the lesson she was teaching about social 'norms'. It turns out that very prof. was riding on that very same 6 train that very same night in the next car over. And she talked about me.
Seriouslyyy I could not make this shit up if I tried.