STRANGE DAME, PART II.
Last time we left off with the curiously peculiar creature of the female form comfortably and obliviously reading on the train while committing a crime ( giving up your seat is not only polite, it is THE LAW!).
Where was she going? Uptown, sure, but that's where I live... Maybe she's that new neighbor I haven't met! I started fantasizing that she lived just under me, then I could uncover her mystery and she would have no power over me. I could welcome her to the building and thank her for the pleasant subway ride by dropping some pots and pans on the floor as I leave for work at 7am. Alas, my stop had arrived and she did not move. Neither did I.
I tend to practice subtle people-gazing, nothing that could be interpreted as staring - confrontational, amorous or otherwise. In this case, however, my attention was quite obviously focused on the pretty ugly pretty one. Yet this time my violation of social conduct went unnoticed. I hypothesized about the boundaries I could push before she disengaged with her book and engaged with my face. I started to move closer as her eyes moved left and right and down the page at superhuman speeds. Captivated by her captivation by the book I inched closer to get a better look or perhaps even say hello.
"Last stop. This is the last stop. Please exit the train." She stood up, walked across the platform to the downtown track. As I searched my pockets for something I could pretend to think she dropped, the doors closed and she was rushed in the opposite direction by the express train. Strange dame.
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The best is yet to come.
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