The
other night I dashed up the stairs to get to the subway platform as a train was
arriving only to have it be “Out of Service” and pass by, and since the
platform monitor was broken, I had no idea when the next train was due.
After a
minute, a(n early 30s) (black) woman in a black leather jacket and
pierced-through-the-center space below her lip walked up, so I asked her if she
had seen when the next train was coming, and after that we started talking
about public transportation and how the platform can be empty late at night,
how some cars can be empty or have sketchy people in them so you have to look
for a fuller call w/normal people, etc., and then she started talking about how she got
on this one car the other week and there was a homeless guy in the middle of
the car.
“He
stunk so bad,” she was like, “It filled the car.”
She then
said she had had a Subway sandwich with her and she was going to have half then
on the subway car and half later at work on break like she sometimes does, only she couldn’t even
start the 1st half on the way there, her appetite was so gone.
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