subway diaries, chapter 5
for all gothamites, the subway is a way of life. this is the fourth in a series of my thoughts on this modus transportare publico. i'm fluent in faux latin, be impressed.
so this conductor is slowly becoming my favorite person.
he's usually the guy telling us he'll see us, "same time, same place!"
last week as the train was speeding along at 8am he said, "now folks, i'm looking around and i don't see very many smiling faces today. i think everyone should smile right now. keep it with you all day." and sure enough, i couldn't find a single person in my car who wasn't a tiny bit touched by the sentiment.
today, as the doors kept slid open and closed about a dozen times (mainly because people are holding it open or have stuffed themselves in a car where they don't fit and their jackets and backpacks are getting caught in the doors) i hear, "ladies and gentleman, you know that when you hold open the doors, you're not making me late for work, i'm already here. it's everyone else you're holding up!"
i kind of want to hug this man...