“shouldn’t have messed with that coke shit,” he grumbles. “all things come to an end.”
“my son drank from a cup at five months,” she says. “these kids are so advanced.”
he makes a sour face, and scoffs audibly at each person who boards.
people read bibles more often than newspapers on their trolley rides.
“i’m non-orthodox,” the jewish guy says. “it’s all bacon and shiksas.”
she tries to appear dignified, even though her feet don’t reach the floor.
the baby has such deep eyes, i’m shocked when he speaks, and sounds babyish.
the boys confer on what insult to text to their friend. gay jokes abound.
she sings to herself,looks embarrassed when someonesees, but starts again.
the accountant stares at a business card, as ifhe’s decoding it.
she watches somethingon her iPod. i can’t helpwatching the window.
this morning we’re crammed in like sardines (except for the oil part, thank god).
she shuffles down the stairs we need to get into - loves the attention.
“oh, portugal! my second wife died over there,” he says cheerfully.
when i sit, she looks disturbed, like i sat in her lap, or on her kid.
the guy pops, locks, andgrins, and his girlfriend watches,fully mortified.
i’m confused by those who push to be at the door blocks before their stop.
the couple stare at each other, making funny faces, ‘til one laughs.
the old woman leans back; her glasses fall from her head into my lap.
she blows her nose in short spurts, as if a long blast would be offensive.
her cartoonish snarl doesn’t scare me off so much as make me giggle.
if you’re well rested and cheerful this morning, keep it to yourself, jerk.
she plays the bongos with her fingertips on her own pregnant belly.
his child leans at a forty-five degree angle to rest on his arm.
the kid dashes through the aisle, laughing. i wish i was that excited.
the kid is anxious, loves the word “no.” when he drops his drink, hell breaks loose.
he tries to push throughus. “i get off soon,” he says.“i’m strategizing.”
the kid’s videogame music makes the ride feelurgent, exciting.
“hi pretty.” he says,explaining, “said that ‘cause yousmiled. sign of respect.”
“ain’t nothing wrongwith public transit,” he crows.“gotta get places.”
they talk at length onsome small social grievance. i want them to let go.