I am not surprised to find that today is one of those days, again. Why can't I get it together and get to work on time? Not that I don't put my hours in, but when my coworkers leave at 5 and I've got another two hours to go, it always leaves me feeling a little lumpy inside.
On the subway platform I run into Malka S. I stop to say hello and we exchange pleasantries, then I head to my spot. The train arrives and I board next to an extraordinarily tall woman. Not just tall by Jewish standards (Jewish woman are not known for their height) but by almost all accounts. She reminds me of the Netherlands, where the average female height is 3" taller than in the U.S.
A loud, high pitched laughter coming from the other side of the car fills the air. I look over and see it is coming from a large group of female youngsters. As I shift about, the man next to me begins to mutter in Italian, and continues muttering every time I move or even breath too deeply. He is tall and balding, and dressed preppy in brown woolen slacks and a brown corduroy coat, slung over a blue button down oxford. Penny loafers finish the look, but I am hardly impressed.
0 comments:
Post a Comment