On the subway.
Posted on 2005.05.26 at 18:15
I'm hanging onto the pole, reading my book, ignoring the freckled brunette sitting next to the door.
At the next station two women get on. One young woman - maybe twenty, wearing blue and one woman of retirement age - easily.
The train leaves the station, and I notice that freckles is eyeing the older lady who is standing just behind the first woman. You can tell what's going through her mind, she's almost telegraphing her intentions. True enough, she gets up, relinquishing her seat to the older lady.
The first woman, Blue, steals the seat.
The stunned throng looks on in disbelief but Blue is oblivious.
I... I have no words for this.
At the next station two women get on. One young woman - maybe twenty, wearing blue and one woman of retirement age - easily.
The train leaves the station, and I notice that freckles is eyeing the older lady who is standing just behind the first woman. You can tell what's going through her mind, she's almost telegraphing her intentions. True enough, she gets up, relinquishing her seat to the older lady.
The first woman, Blue, steals the seat.
The stunned throng looks on in disbelief but Blue is oblivious.
I... I have no words for this.