People on the Subway

It's May in NYC, and it's the time of year that I love evenings in the city. The weather is lovely, the sky becomes this really lovely blue, and the lights seem so much prettier in contrast.

I was having a moment last night after going to Molly's cupcakes with a few friends (omg tried their creme brulee cupcake, best cupcake of my life) where I was just loving the city. The weather, the evening blue, and then BAM walked into this cloud of urine smell. And I was reminded how gross people are, and maybe things aren't amazing.

So one of my new favorite shows right now is Bates Motel. For some odd reason I really love the theme music and visual. So after this urine smell moment, I was walking around Broadway/Lafayette and there was a big advertisement for Bates Motel and all the lights around were so awesome, and I was like oh yes I do love the city.

I get on the subway, and I'm loving everything, there are a ton of really cool lights in that particular station (because apparently I'm like five and am really attracted to bright lights), and then I get on the train and someone FREAKING CROPDUSTS. That should be against the law. We are trapped in this tiny space underground and you're going to fart?! Not only fart, but walk around farting some more? DISGUSTING. And then this really weird guy was like eyeing me and then he turns away from me and just spits. That train ride made me lose faith in humanity.

Then I switch trains and this hispanic man wearing a top hat comes on the train. He's rolling this cart with red curtains over it, almost like a stage. And I'm like okay Houdini. And I'm dreading the moment when he's probably going to pull out his mariachi equipment. I was surprised and delighted when he started doing magic tricks.

Or rather

HE PULLED OUT A LIVE DOVE ON A PLATTER. Not only that, but he showed us this clear empty box, and then he opened it again and A LIVE RABBIT WAS SITTING IN THERE. I was that person who made audible gasps, and wanted to clap my hands in wonder. The woman next to me was more amused by me than the magician/illusionist. I wanted so badly to give him a dollar, but I had no cash on me. 

If I ever see that man again I will give him money.

Today I woke up feeling great about people thanks to this man. Then I got on the train and sat down, and this large woman sits on top of me and she is wearing a velour sweatsuit, which I can feel against my skin. The feeling of velvet and velour makes me want to die, so once again I hated public transportation.