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Public displays of…

I had just taken my seat on the subway this morning when I heard someone crying.

It was a woman across the aisle from me. And she wasn’t trying to hold it in or hide her tears — she was loudly weeping and sobbing.

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Since I had just boarded,  I looked around at my fellow passengers,  trying to get a read on what if anything had been done. At that moment,  a man said,  “Are you okay,  miss?  Do you need help?”

She said no and immediately quieted. Everyone looked relieved.

I know I was.

Not two minutes went by and she began wailing again,  even louder this time. Looks were exchanged.

I finally reached in my briefcase and handed her a tissue. She didn’t say thank you,  but she calmed down until her stop.

I will admit – –  I have cried on the subway before,  but in a much more stealth fashion. Or at least I hope so,  for the passengers’ sake.

Wash your hands

I see these little hand sanitizer clip ons all over the place.  Today it was the subway.

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While I  personally think hand sanitizer is ruining the planet,  I am entertained by the fact it has earned a place on the outside of people’s bags.

Why not makeup?  Or the lip balm that some folks are so addicted to?  Or even better,  candy or gum?

Purcell beat ’em to it. And we all have to look at it.

Gum would be better.

Smiles

Even after living in New York City almost 10 years now, I am still guilty of making eye contact with strangers and smiling at people on the subway, which is especially confusing to the natives.

Perhaps I should get this put on a tee or sweatshirt as some small means of explanation?

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Then again, I might just get beat up.

#southernsensibilities

Core values

There was an ad in the subway today for the latest exhibit at the Museum of Sex, entitled Hard Core: A Century and a Half of Obscene Imagery.

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It’s not that difficult for me to imagine  that such pictures exist,  especially at this particular venue.  But for the museum itself to use the word obscene to describe the art it displays seems like an argument against its own credibility.

Then again, you do have to pay to get in…

So I guess the marketing  department knows what they are doing.

Rubbernecking

I leave tomorrow on a seven-day, three-city business trip.

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I had so many materials to bring home from the office, I had to carry them on the subway in a cardboard box.

As I was awaiting my stop, I noticed something different about my ride home. Typically New Yorkers avoid all eye contact. Tonight their eyes were darting towards me quickly, with seeming discomfort.

It suddenly hit me — they probably thought I had lost my job and the box contained my personal effects.

I thought about producing a few tears, but that seemed like bad karma.

Socks and stripes

I saw these socks on the subway tonight.

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They made me very happy.

I was reminded of the Wicked Witch of the East,  childhood and all things denim and cozy — all at the same time.

The guy wearing  them seemed happy, too.

Coincidence?  I think not.

Of course I can hear you

“We’re visiting from Arizona.”

“Our town is about an hour outside of Tucson.”

“We took the ferry to the Statute of Liberty, and now we have to meet our daughter up at 96th and Broadway, so we’re taking the train up there.  Hopefully we are on the right train — is this the right train?”

“We’ve found our way around the city pretty well so far…at least, I think we have.”

None of these comments are that remarkable…typical tourist conversation on the subway.

What is remarkable was this lady’s projection. I was all the way at the other end of the subway car, and it was like she was standing right in front of me.

The person she was talking to? Never caught a syllable.

One thing’s for sure — she will ever get lost in the city. Her family will be able to hear her coming and going.

Heads up

The subway ride home from work was really crowded today. So I was forced to stand, my arm stretched to hold the upper rail.

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The gentleman sitting on the bench directly in front of me dozed off. His head began to dip lower and lower. Eventually the top of his head hit me in the stomach.

He jumped. I I jumped. But he didn’t wake up completely,  so pretty soon his head fell back down and hit me in the stomach. This continued for another two subway stops.

Then I moved my purse so it hung in front of my stomach. The next time his head dipped, it encountered cold, black leather.

That seemed to do the trick. He woke up, stood up and got off the train at the next stop.

Heads up, buddy.

What’s that smell?

My ride to work this morning was long and slow because of an incident on one of the subway tracks. So I spent a lot of time with my fellow riders.

You’ve heard of ‘resting bitch face?’ One of ladies in my subway car had ‘resting stink face.’

My apologies to Emma Stone, but she looked much like this the entire ride.
Her expression didn’t change. She looked around. She read her paper. She searched for gum in her purse. All the while — resting stink face.

I found myself sniffing the air, trying to find the source of her disgust, but could find nothing more than the usual subway aromas.

Suddenly resting bitch face seemed calm and serene.

Oh, my aching neck

Really big necklaces.

Like…HUGE.

big disc necklaceI see them everywhere on the subway these days.

Women are wearing them with the expected dresses and business suits, but also with casual tees and jeans.

I mentioned they are HUGE, right?

Some I like. Most not so much.

But I have noticed one very strange phenomena — and I admit, I am generalizing, but have seen enough to claim a trend — many of the women who favor these really big (HUGE) necklaces seem to think wearing them diverts attention from the rest of their person.

So, no need to do their hair. Or put on even the tiniest bit of makeup. Just don the really big necklace, and it will do the heavy lifting for their ensemble.

Or, I guess in this case, the heavy pulling down of their neck toward the ground.

Not working.