Subway Observations #5

5:46pm, Flushing-bound
Asian male, mid-teens, looking like a page out of my sophomore yearbook. American Eagle polo, khaki cargo shorts, white tennies, gelled spikes with fade. Slip of printer paper neatly sized to fit in the spine of his binder reading SAT in Arial bold. Also, his name is Peter Park.

10:09pm
Always someone reading.

3:44pm
Two feeble women lug in two folding wire carts and prove they've got plenty of strength in them.

8:51pm
White male, mid 30's. Aaliyah tattoo on forearm.

3:56pm
Father, 30's, and son, somewhere in the single digits. Son anxiously giggles with excitement. Father swats at his hands feigning to be too slow, sneaking in brushes to his cheek.

9:50pm
Three women: two French, one American, all early 30's. American woman attempting to be conversation in French. Pretty much just a lot of hand motions and abuse of the word "avec."

9:04am
That clang clang clang is so much louder in the morning.

9:55pm
Two women, early 40's; one sitting, one standing. Seat opens up next to the one sitting, she insists the other sit down, the other woman defiant. The first woman huffs and turns away. Moments later they resume conversation as normal. I assume they're siblings.

11:16am
Girl, 6, on the phone, staring out the window. She shouts "mom I'm looking at the WORLD!"

2:10pm
Man, late 40's, with Meatloaf tour shirt ftw.

12:49am
Seeing how the people sleeping hold their backpacks feels like seeing how they hold their pillows at night. It can get very endearing.

11:45pm
I'm sitting down, cross-legged, one arm clasping the opposite elbow. I look to my left and see a skinny Chinese man, late 50's, with hair parted to the side, sitting exactly like me.