A Pair of Panties and Boxers

Scene: NYC M Line

Sitting across from me was a Hasidic Jew typing away simultaneously on his two Blackberries, a light skinned lady on the phone with her mom, a Chinese woman with her fifty thousand bags of groceries and a Mexican construction worker in bootleg Timbs, a hoodie and a NY cap covered in white dust.

The light skinned lady questioned her mom, in English, over the phone why she didn’t forward her any messages. Then she switches to Spanish and speaks fluently. Immediately, the drowsy-eyed Mexican construction worker perks up and turns his head towards her, looking over the Chinese woman who was napping, and stares shamelessly.

The light skinned lady switched back to English and said loudly, “Jeffrey is wanted by the FBI for tax evasion?!” The Hasidic Jew juggling his two Blackberries looked up with an,” Oh shit!” expression on his face and leans in to eavesdrop.

The light skinned lady gets off the train. The Hasidic Jew resumes thumbing on his Blackberries. The Chinese woman napping snorts herself awake, grabs her fifty thousand bags of groceries and gets off the next stop along with the Hasidic Jew, leaving the Mexican construction worker with a bench to himself. He and I got off at the last stop and carried on with our lives.

Only in New York. What else did you expect?