It seems that even a simple trip to work is blog-worthy these days.
On an otherwise innocuous day, my morning commute is harmless-uneventful to say the least. This morning was not one of those days.
I could easily have foregone the 30 seconds of daydreaming in my apartment while I paraded around in my black, raw silk, 3” heels that I have never worn on New York City streets. I purchased them in Kentucky on a trip to see my son (the last time I saw him now that I think about it) and upon return, realized that my knees simply are not well enough to withstand the pressure of the pumps. But I digress…
I felt great this morning after getting my hair treatment at “The Experience” Salon on Franklin Avenue. Wearing my “Hair by Hameen,” gave me the confidence and ease I needed on a Tuesday morning. As I stroked back my blonde twists I remember thinking, “Today is going to be good, no matter what.” What the hell was I thinking?
As I descended the train station steps, I thought I missed the A Train, but it sat there as it often does. Two girls board ahead of me and quickly exit as I enter. I think it’s weird but I don’t study it, I just keep it pumping. The car is crowded anyway so I will keep walking. Let’s just see what’s up ahead…
Next car: we have a homeless man sprawled out on several seats. Ok, let sleeping dogs lie and let the sleeping man sleep I always say….ok I don’t… but this morning you bet your sweet cookie I am….I keep walking…
Here we have a sermon being delivered by a woman preaching to everyone- and no one at the same time….Needless to say I exit…to the next car…Cool, clean (enough) and quiet. This is the car for me. If I was smart and lucky, this morning would have yielded an excellent half hour of extra rest. This morning I am neither so I get an hour of alternating screaming, crying babies. One of the precious bundles made a little stink-stink to keep us company as the train crept along. The babies were not annoying; the recurring announcement WAS:
“Passengers, we have traffic ahead due to signal problems on the express track. As the traffic moves, we shall proceed.”
After the 10th announcement that incited another round of a crying chorus, one woman clasped her head with both hands, closed her eyes and cried out, “Oh, God!”
I had to bridle my laughter after the last two weeks of train mayhem in the city: First, the Youtube.com sensation of two women who duke it out on the train while the baby of one of the women rolls off the train and into the station. This week on Youtube.com, I watched a man commandeer a BMT #5train driving coach after climbing into the side window at 149th street with the driver still inside of it! And did I mention that the man has been arrested over 40 times!
Eventually I exit the train after an hour of this experience that I swear started to swerve to the right toward the end of my ride. My sympathy went out to the remaining passengers during my egress.
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