I went downtown via subway again earlier this week for a meeting. Look at me so adventurous again, taking public transit, whaaat? Thank goodness I was able to get the fifth to last parking spot in the commuter lot – yes, I counted. I was also ready to go all ninja on anyone who tried to take that spot from me. Thank goodness for them that no-one did, just sayin’.
Since it was at the start of the subway line, it was easy enough to get a seat on the first car I saw. You could otherwise call it a front row seat to the not- greatest show on earth. The circus of the people on public transit. You don’t need to watch animals to be entertained by strange behavior these days. Stupid human tricks happen in our midst everyday, apparently.
It’s been a while since I was a seasoned commuter so I naively assumed that my iPhone would be enough to keep me entertained (even without service) during my voyage into the city. But why would that suffice when, crammed into the subway car during rush hour, despite the limited places to look, there is always something to catch your attention?
The train arrived at the standing only stage within a couple of stops. A petite woman with a heavy parka, backpack and a rolling back pack in tow, came into the car. She squeezed in between two people standing in front of me. And then proceeded to put on the most intricate peeling-off-of-coat-not -sexy-at-all-why-the-hell-was-she-wearing-so-many-layers performance, that I have ever been witness to. Honestly don’t know how she even did it, she shrugged off the shoulders but left the sleeves still somehow attached under her backpack straps, and slid the coat down to her hips. She then pulled out her tablet, got her balance and started to read. For about 30 seconds, then she glanced at another woman’s reader (I guess to see if the other story was more interesting ?!), spotted a clearer spot a little further down the car, and when we got to the next stop, she moved. Backpack, roller, parka, tablet and all. It was just getting interesting. And my nosy eyes followed her the whole time.
Then I snapped out of it as I realized other people who had also been gawking at her, were now gawking at each other as in, also at me, and I got all self-conscious because I still had another 10 stops to go, and nowhere else to look. So I stared at my no-service phone for the rest of the ride.
Oh the joys of commuting.