a diner waitress in an old-time uniform has dark eye circles.
a bratty child sprawls across bags and coats, staring at his PSP.
after Thanksgiving everyone carries a bagged lunch with them to work.
she makes someone trade seats with her so she can sit next to an old friend.
i’m certain that some people take newspapers on trains just to look smart.
she flirts ruthlessly, and when he responds, she says, “ew, dude, you’re like, old.”
he spills his coffee, looks around, then places his cup down on the floor.
he makes her laugh ‘til she snorts. it’d be cute if it weren’t so damn loud.
he appears well put together ‘til he lifts his shoe, his ragged sole.
"you have to get an apartment,” she says. he shrugs. she barks, “just do it.”
i assume the two old ladies boarding are friends ‘til they sit apart.
he carries what looks like his only belongings in two big trash bags.
his hair radiates out perfectly from a small, quarter-sized bald spot.
she starts with, “i have to study.” boyfriend ignores: “your hands are so cold!”
he sits next to her, settling in by wiggling his hips into hers.
oh, the contorted faces girls make applying makeup in public.
i can’t see any scalp from where i stand above her. that’s one thick weave.
train stop whose name i’ll never tire of: “South Fish.” i giggle each time.
you know you’re leaving the city when birds keep pace with your train window.
she sighs loudly to let me know she wishes i hadn’t sat with her.
woman talks of her rich grandson: “good for him, but ah’nt seen none of that!”
a teen sits in the “preferred” seats. old woman growls, “are you a senior?”
the driver opens the doors just to shake his head “no” and drive on.
a tiny old bird, eighty pounds at most, lifts her bag above her head.
his smile is wide and permanent. i’d like to know just where he’s headed.
a couple argues over each other, screeching, looking straight ahead.
i’ve never heard such frequent use of “i love you, though!” as an argument.
the scruffy-headed teen boy in a big hoodie looks like a pound dog.
she has her laptop on her knees, notebook on her lap, iPhone in hand.
you can tell if a driver’s flirting with you by any friendliness.