Walking outside this morning, late for work, I realize I have forgotten to wear my 180's (knock offs) or a hat. It's not that cold, but my ears are still wet from the shower and I wish I had something to cover them with. I pass Ilanit H. on the sidewalk in front of my building and head towards the train station. A small woman on the corner is walking a beast of a dog.
On the platform stairs, I hold onto a banister for a moment and feel something sticky beneath my palms. It's gum, chewed and disgusting. The wad is old enough not to stick to me, but without any Purell handy I have something else to add to my wish list.
Yair M. is also on the platform. On the train, I sit across from a girl with big brown hair. Her denim skirt was first to give her away as an Orthodox Jew, and now she is also reading from a Hebrew prayer book. I see so many Orthodox girls and women praying on the subway, I often wonder what they would do in the suburbs. Is davening one of the check boxes on traffic tickets, or would it just fall under reckless driving? The girl gets off at 125th street, just as “Come Sail Away” starts playing on my Blackberry.
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