The weird stuff I saw on the subway today
I only take the subway when I have to. Too many elbows to the temple, too many crotches in my face, too many people heading to work in exactly the same direction. The collective mood of a train car on a weekday morning is not unlike that of the Titanic – taking on water and sinking. It’s enough to make you shout out loud, “There HAS to be a better way!”
I had to brave the underground terror tunnels this morning to bring my accordion home – you can’t very well strap a 30-pound accordion to your back and pedal it home on a bike, can you? The transit gods seemed to smile upon me for this occasion, treating me to a pleasant collection of odd sights (and smells) on my way to and from work.