Now, those of you who know me have heard some of my subway stories. For some reason, the majority of the time, no matter what car i walk onto on the train, i get the craziest of the crazies. I dont just get the woman sitting quietly talking to herself, i get the woman yelling to EVERYONE, i dont get just the poor old homeless man looking for a quarter, i get the man with an eye patch... tonight, while i was telling my friend amanda (aka peeper) my latest subway story, she said to me "you have got to write these down" - so here i am.
i will start with my favorite two.
one was a few weeks ago, i was waiting at canal to grab the A, C or E to penn station for rehearsal. While waiitng i heard a woman talking quite loudly, so i looked over, and noticed she was, in fact, alone. and there was no cell phone, even if there was, there was no service down there. she looked like she had just left a comfortable office job and was on her way home to cook sloppy joes for her two kids and husband. however, unlike most stable moms i have seen, she was having a mighty serious conversation with herself. "I'M GONNA GO DOWN THERE AND IM GONNA KILL HIM. I"M GONNA BLOW HIS HEAD OFF..." and she went on, the E arrived, and i got on it. a few stops later, i noticed an A had caught up, so i jumped up and crossed the platform, and got onto the A. I got in the last door, and stood. Suddenly, i hear a familiar voice from minutes before. This time, i couldnt make out exactly what she was saying - she was standing near the first door of the car. everyonce and awhile i would hear key words "homosexual" "god" "Jesus." she was LOUD. and everyone on teh car was trying to get a look. i informed the couple sitting near me (the guy was trying hard to see her) - that she was a clean cut woman wearing make up and nice clothes. they were shocked. suddenly, we hear "then there are the transvestites... some women are born with DICKS and some men are born with PUSSIES" everyone was looking now. (most had been anyway). my stop came, i said goodbye to the couple, and got off the train. one passenger got off, slowly turned around with a bewildered look on his face, staring at her. as the door shut, i could still hear her yelling.
was it an acting experiment? a social experiment? or a working mom who forgot to take her meds that afternoon? we will never know, but i will always be intrigued.
i am too tired now to post my latest subway personality, you will just have to wait til tomorrow...