You end up talking to a crazy woman who works with mice at Columbia studying the effects of Alzheimer's but whose real passion is schizophrenia about American politics. Then you end up talking to the other crazy woman who was listening to your conversation with said crazy #1 and she doesn't speak english very well so you smile and nod.
When all you wanted to do was drunkenly indulge in your book.
Sometimes being a polite southerner is quite a curse in this city, I swear.
Thursday, February 28, 2008
When you don't wear your headphones on the train. . .
Posted by .Nicotine.Queen. at 9:57 PM
Labels: Adventures in Gotham City
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The joys of mass transit! More blog posts have probably been written about these experiences than any other on the web.
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