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taylweaver) wrote2005-07-15 05:43 pm
taylweaver) wrote2005-07-15 05:43 pm
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It happened on the subway
The other day, I saw a rather intersting man on the subway. He was nodding off in the seat by the door, and I was standing over him, so I had plenty of time to study the top of his head - curly hair, black, cut short - and the rest of him - glasses, black button-down shirt, black pants, black gloves with silver studs on them - the kind that leave the fingertips free - encasing hands that clutched a blue i-pod mini - the only color I saw on him, aside from the white ear buds and the black and silver, a dog-tag around his neck, a black band with silver spikes around his left wrist, and, on his right wrist, a black rubber bracelet, "live strong" style. It said "love" on it. I found that funny.
Also, in a subway station, I learned how MTA workers rescue fallen objects from the tracks. After having just missed a train, I watched a man lead two MTA workers in orange vests to a spot on the tracks. He pointed. They checked for approaching trains, then looked down, and reached down with one of those grabber things - a long pole with a claw on the end - and retrieved the apparently undamaged phone. It makes perfect sense to retrieve dropped objects in this fashion, but it's not an idea I would have thought of on my own.
Lastly, I forgot to add in to the entry two entries ago - after having had the conversation with the students, I headed home, by subway of course, and the second leg of the journey, from Times Square, was forced to endure one of the most claustrophobic rides I can remember - and not because of the conversation. I think that even our resident claustrophile (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mysticengineer) would agree that this was not a pleasant ride. I thought I would be the last one into the train, because I barely fit. In fact, I was concerned my bag would get caught in the doors. Then the crowd pushed forward, and I was pushed further in. Not one, but two more layers of people squashed in behind me, pushing me up against the arm of the person in front of me, such that my head was turned to the right, almost too far. My body was also bent at a weird angle. I was rather relieved when a few people got out at 72nd st. Had I been in that position much longer, I think I would have strained more than one muscle.
Also, in a subway station, I learned how MTA workers rescue fallen objects from the tracks. After having just missed a train, I watched a man lead two MTA workers in orange vests to a spot on the tracks. He pointed. They checked for approaching trains, then looked down, and reached down with one of those grabber things - a long pole with a claw on the end - and retrieved the apparently undamaged phone. It makes perfect sense to retrieve dropped objects in this fashion, but it's not an idea I would have thought of on my own.
Lastly, I forgot to add in to the entry two entries ago - after having had the conversation with the students, I headed home, by subway of course, and the second leg of the journey, from Times Square, was forced to endure one of the most claustrophobic rides I can remember - and not because of the conversation. I think that even our resident claustrophile (
mysticengineer) would agree that this was not a pleasant ride. I thought I would be the last one into the train, because I barely fit. In fact, I was concerned my bag would get caught in the doors. Then the crowd pushed forward, and I was pushed further in. Not one, but two more layers of people squashed in behind me, pushing me up against the arm of the person in front of me, such that my head was turned to the right, almost too far. My body was also bent at a weird angle. I was rather relieved when a few people got out at 72nd st. Had I been in that position much longer, I think I would have strained more than one muscle.
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