08/15
There was a young woman opposite me on the train this morning w/ a unique nail style. I believe it’s French Polish when the tips are white? The different part was the moons at the base above the cuticle were painted black. In her world I guess that’s chic- from my vantage it looks like a blood blister from banging her finger with a hammer. Is this outside her experience?
08/16
There is a 300# woman squatting, in a sun dress, and pissing on the train platform and I’m too much of a gentleman to photo it.
[I glance up from my paper and see her, waddling down the platform, pause hike up her dress and take care of business. I’ve seen worse on mass transit; I’m not especially surprised or shocked as much as I’m sorry and shamed]
The pic would have made me famous- but Jesus she’s someone’s daughter.
[All joking aside this is the kind of thing that makes for millions of hits and montization. I had the BBerry in hand- she is 50 yards down the platform but an intrepid reporter would have closed the distance and gotten the picture- or better yet the video…. I couldn’t do it. Maybe she was an EDP, maybe she was high- Maybe she just didn’t give a shit; not a distinct possibility as societal norms don’t seem to count for much with someone that size in a sundress. Hell for all I know it was an empowerment exercise. I had a flash to Thunderdome when Mad Max knocks the helmet off Blaster and lets the fight go. Then I’m talking on the phone and pacing and had to pause at the scene of the crime like any rube gawking at a train wreck]
