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Subway:
2 train @ 14th St. and 7th Ave
9:30pm ET
Wednesday January 13, 2010

No one wants to sit next to the lady eating the stinky onion salad.
Or the man knitting the putrid scarf/hat/something or other.

I hobble my way to the end of the train wondering if I made the right decision as I plop down in front of the loud white rapper.

The train stinks. The rapper is off key and I can't hear the beat.

I open my copy of New York Magazine intent on finding the best restaurant to go to this weekend.

A man in a suit standing next to me tries to communicate non-verbally through the reflection in the window.

I'm pretty sure he's trying to say something like "how about us? here on the crazy train?"

I make a half hearted attempt to agree but I've never been good at an eyebrow response.

The suit-man gets off empty handed at Wall Street.

I continue to pretend to read my New York Magazine even though, truth is, I'm documenting the train experience in my head.

It's been a rough day - when I get to my stop I wonder why they've paid to repaint this dump of a subway tunnel. I get to the elevator and choose not to sandwich myself in between the other late night workers/vagrants into an over crowded soup can.

So, I wait with an old guy carrying a guitar, a hipster with earbuds and a mom with a stroller.

We make it into next elevator in silence.

I get home, poor an Absolute Vodka and Cranberry (yes at 9:45ish on Wednesday), and can't wait to tell you about my day.