Weirdos in the city? No way man...
Yesterday, on the R, there's this dude looking blank, but that...insane, "I'm remembering the last time I killed a family and stole their livers" kind of blank. Blood stains on his shirt and everything...weird.
Today, the N train: Dude gets on at Canal, looks incredibly finnicky. I mean, he's scratching his head constanly, kinda pulling on the ends of his hair, looking into the shiny wall of the train and looking at his reflection while rubbing his nose, looking around in all directions constantly, not sitting still, etc etc. There's no way this guy WASN'T coked out of his mind. He turns to me, asks me if the train is stopping at 8th street. Uh oh.
"Nah, the N goes straight to 14th from Canal," I said.
"What?! Are you fucking kidding me?! I've been waiting for this fucking train, nobody said it was an express! This is fucking bullshit! I'm wasting my fucking time... ::rubs face:: ...Are you sure? What's the local train?"
"The R goes to 8th street..."
"Oh fucking shit..." ::rests head on palm of head, looks around and scratches head some more::
Luckily he wasn't the type to kill the messenger...just berated me as if it was my decision to have the train go express...whew...
Yep...I meet some interesting people, I love this city!
Today, the N train: Dude gets on at Canal, looks incredibly finnicky. I mean, he's scratching his head constanly, kinda pulling on the ends of his hair, looking into the shiny wall of the train and looking at his reflection while rubbing his nose, looking around in all directions constantly, not sitting still, etc etc. There's no way this guy WASN'T coked out of his mind. He turns to me, asks me if the train is stopping at 8th street. Uh oh.
"Nah, the N goes straight to 14th from Canal," I said.
"What?! Are you fucking kidding me?! I've been waiting for this fucking train, nobody said it was an express! This is fucking bullshit! I'm wasting my fucking time... ::rubs face:: ...Are you sure? What's the local train?"
"The R goes to 8th street..."
"Oh fucking shit..." ::rests head on palm of head, looks around and scratches head some more::
Luckily he wasn't the type to kill the messenger...just berated me as if it was my decision to have the train go express...whew...
Yep...I meet some interesting people, I love this city!