First things first, sorry for the lack of blogging over the weekend. I, in my boring world post-work, usually have nothing to blogserve. I have a few drafts I’m working on, but they’re not ready yet. Also they’re theorycraft, so I like to take my time with those (as they usually leave my brain exhausted from lack of oxygen — theorycrafting is exciting!) So now that today is Monday (hooray for Mondays!), I blogserve.
I’m heading to work, gleefully listening to my iPhone scream German death-music into my ears, when above the din I hear shouting. Who, pray tell, would muster the energy to shout on a busy subway in the morning, and more importantly, for what reason? And lo, I turneth my gaze and see ranting and raving none other than a NYC subway crazy!
I’m assuming this lady was from the West Indies, considering her Island-y accent and her distaste for the man she was chewing out (who happened to be West Indian, I guess. I’ll take her word for it.) She kept going on about how now that she’s in America those West Indian “monkies” (her words, not mine) can’t abuse her any longer. She’s dropping F-bombs, N-bombs, S-bombs; enough bombs to make bomb sniffing dog pee itself in excitement (I’ll assume dogs pee when they’re excited, like me! (Had to work in a Joker reference somewhere, finally saw The Dark Knight Friday)). She pronounced the fact that she’s now in America, so she has the right to vehemently curse on the subway (I guess some people need hobbies). She even accused the man of abusing her like a housewife. This stuff writes itself! The man, mostly taciturn from any lack of gap in her attack, tried to egg her on with “Is that all you got? Nice insult.” People were laughing, crying, looking away. I managed to make eye contact with her and felt my spine melt in fear. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, after all.
I still don’t know if the man provoked her, or if she was the initiator. She got off at the next stop and the subway resumed its quiet silence of half-asleep people heading to work. I continued to listen to my devil-music. I queried my father about the whole incident, wondering if in his 30+ years of commuting to NYC he often sees outbursts like this. His response “Not really, but if you get that on the train without it coming to blows, it’s great entertainment!” I agree!
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