Feb 16, 2006 21:39
we were all standing on the train going to work and trying not to touch each other or look at each other and it was the last big stop before my stop and i was so happy to be almost there because i hate pretending to hate people on the subway. then just before the door closes and the lady says "door closing," a tall, portly man who probably never fits into any human-sized space bounds through the doors, hands raised above his head as if to say 'i am victorious.' he's wearing a white linen three-piece suit and shiny gold glasses and he holds onto those bars above his head, inches from the grimacing faces of the men on either side of him, and smiles like he's never been happier in his whole frickin life. i don't hate the subway anymore.
- mynxx@hotmail.com