One of my biggest pet peeves riding the train are NY school kids. They’re loud and annoying as all hell and are extremely rude.
Today while riding the train to the theatre I saw this kid that reminded me a lot of myself at that age. He was almost trying to hide himself from the other rude kids. He seemed like he might get picked on by the others. He buried himself in his hoodie and had his headphones on while having this “Please, God; let me get through this bullshit” look on his face. He wasn’t “goth” or “emo”, just a regular kid trying to be a kid and get home so he can get away from his shitty day at school and dealing with shitty kids.
We met eyes briefly on the train and had this moment where it was understood. I gave him a knowing glance as to tell him, “It’s all going to be OK. Trust me”. He kind of did this feigned half smile and went back to looking at the ground disappearing in the music he was listening to.
I have always been fascinated by the people who sit in the subway, during rush hour, casually lounging with their legs spread wide as if to say “I’m important, don’t bother me!”
Yesterday I noticed a gentleman doing exactly this on the Subway, but the most amazing part, there was a drunk homeless person next to him. Why was this amazing you ask? The homeless person was so drunk and tired that he kept falling asleep on the poor immaculately dressed man. If I were Mr. Snazzy Pants Lounger I would have gotten up as soon as I realized that Mr. Drunk Hobo Joe was not able to sit upright for longer than a few seconds. Then as I watched this saga unfold, I noticed something, there was a sparkle in Hobo Joe’s eye, that sparkle as if to say “You know that I am falling on him on purpose don’t you?” And the more I watched, the more agitated Mr. Snazzy Pants Lounger got, and the happier Hobo Joe got.
The lesson that can be learned from this? That when you lounge on the subway with your legs spread apart, during rush hour, that even the homeless person thinks you’re a d-bag.