commute – Page 3 – tinfoilparachute

Clearly she knows something I don’t.
Glimpse of our dystopian future?

If all of the metrocard machines are “temporarily” not accepting credit or debit cards, I will “temporarily” not be paying my fare. I don’t walk around with $121 in cash for the monthly, and since MTA cut the position of token booth clerk at our unimportant station (and not cleaning human excrement accumulating on the stairs for days), helpful fellow passengers will keep the emergency-door open for me and others who go on a fare strike.

I will just stay with the last one, do some mental photo editing, and pretend myself in Havana.

What? My subway station actually has a guitar/percussion duo playing in it? They must be lost, but their Explosions In the Sky covers were pretty good and I gave them money. This was probably an accident but it must be encouraged.

Just so I wouldn’t feel too giddy about the morning, the person sitting next to me is loudly clipping her fingernails. Click! Click! I watch carefully to make sure that none of her epithelium lands on me as it whizzes by.

I notice that the woman standing above is doing the same. Our eyes meet for a fraction of a second, and we both shake our heads, understandingly.

I don’t know why, but whenever it snows there are barely any people going to work. The city feels blissfully underpopulated. I wonder if it means that everyone takes a day off to play in the snow? Does everyone know something I don’t?

Took a bus to work because different routine and it’s 45 minutes instead of 50.