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 I hopped onto the next downtown train and savored the unpacked subway car. For once, I wasn't smushed up against some stranger-- the perks of working on the day some guy discovered America. As I settled myself down on a gloriously empty seat, I noticed two bags left astray diagonally across from me. I looked to my right and then my left. I didn't see anyone at first, but then I saw him. A homeless man was standing between the subway cars. Just... standing there. I stared wide-eyed at first because through the shadows, he looked like the Joker, kinda hunched over like the soulless man himself with a mission to wreak havoc. A man sitting across from me saw him too and bolted to the other side of the car. I thought the homeless man was going to drop off at any moment because it looked like he was falling asleep: his head rolled from side to side lazily as he swayed with the movements of the subway. But he finally came back into the car, and by then I was infinitely more interested in my shoes. As the door slid open, I prepared myself for the undeniable odor he would bring. Oh, how it permeated the car. This one was more potent than the ones I've experienced in the past; it was up close and personal. It's an unfortunate smell I've gotten to know through the years, but I have to admit, you kind of get used to it. "3 more stops," I said to myself as I breathed as little as possible. Out of the corner my eye, I saw him rearranging himself in, well, that area and hoisting up his pants. Light bulb! I knew why he was standing between the subway cars: he was peeing. "Are you kidding me!?" I said to myself (in my head). "That's amazing!" Come on, you have to admit that's pretty impressive. Literally, peeing on the subway itself while in motion. That man is in a league of his own. No TrackBacksTrackBack URL: http://www.toastier.org/cgi-bin/mt/mt-tb.cgi/283 |
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