When you don’t ride public transit you miss out on the joy that is humanity. In the last few weeks, I have run into many interesting characters such as:
1) The person reading Sweet Valley High #64. I was intrigued, mostly because I didn’t know that girls were into those books anymore. And it turned out I was right-it was a guy reading it. And not a pre-teen either. I’d peg him at about 18.
2) The pretty lady across from me with a black eye and yellow fingers. I was very careful not to make eye contact.
3) The drunk elderly gentleman laying on a bench on the subway platform genially shouting “Let’s just say I’m the cutest man you’ll ever meet!”
And people wonder why I have never learned how to drive.
