My hallway smells like vegetarian beef stew. Down at the lobby, it smells like Pine Sol, and outside the building the brisk air smells like Spring. I realize I need floss and it will be about an hour till I reach the office and have any.
There is a lot of construction underway at 110 Bennett. I look onto the roof, and it seems they are installing a cell tower. Whatever happened to NIMBY? I get to the subway station and see Aviva W. She stops to buy a Metrocard.
On the train, it smells of peachy roses, which I trace to the woman on my right. She is wearing a black lacey tank top with a pink skirt and black shoes. Her big round earrings dingle every time she sways her head, looking back and forth from clues to puzzle in the NY Times’ “Sunday in the Sand Crosswords .” She is sniffling. Also sniffling is the man across from me. He is a grinding sniffler, occasionally making a terrible vacuum noise as he tries to suck the phlegm north into his brain.
At 59th I see Benny S. but he does not see me, and neither does Yaffa Z. when I spot her. It’s strange that I’ve see her twice this week and not at all in the previous few years. Funny how that happens sometimes.
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