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Well here’s my story…
I was most likely in my junior year of
college at the time and my good friend and I were headed to one of our usual
excursions in the city. It was a typical subway ride, for about five stops or
so. Then it happened.
college at the time and my good friend and I were headed to one of our usual
excursions in the city. It was a typical subway ride, for about five stops or
so. Then it happened.
A nearly naked older woman entered our subway
car. If I had to guess, I would say she was probably in her late fifties, maybe
older. She was wearing underwear and a bra with a stained sash over her chest,
but I couldn’t quite make out what was written on the sash because she was
fidgeting way too much. She was clearly a little loopy (ok a lot loopy) and
blabbing about a bunch of nonsense. In retrospect, she was probably going on
about senior equality rights or something.
car. If I had to guess, I would say she was probably in her late fifties, maybe
older. She was wearing underwear and a bra with a stained sash over her chest,
but I couldn’t quite make out what was written on the sash because she was
fidgeting way too much. She was clearly a little loopy (ok a lot loopy) and
blabbing about a bunch of nonsense. In retrospect, she was probably going on
about senior equality rights or something.
Clutched in her sun-spotted
hands was a bulletin board with a sign-up sheet that had absolutely no
signatures on it. How did I know there were no signatures on the sign-up sheet?
Well when she approached me with her incessant ranting. She finally ended her
dazzling speech with this little gem. “Will you sign my sign-up sheet so I can
run for “Miss USA?” But it didn’t end there, oh no it did not. She
also wanted me to sponsor her.
hands was a bulletin board with a sign-up sheet that had absolutely no
signatures on it. How did I know there were no signatures on the sign-up sheet?
Well when she approached me with her incessant ranting. She finally ended her
dazzling speech with this little gem. “Will you sign my sign-up sheet so I can
run for “Miss USA?” But it didn’t end there, oh no it did not. She
also wanted me to sponsor her.
I looked at her in sheer disbelief. She
regarded me with urgent expectation. I slowly turned to my friend and then we
both turned to her.
regarded me with urgent expectation. I slowly turned to my friend and then we
both turned to her.
Luckily for us, the next stop was
approaching. It wasn’t our targeted destination but
trust me when I say, there were no complaints. As soon as those sliding doors opened, we
high-tailed it out of there with a vengeance and laughed ourselves silly on the
platform until the next train
arrived.
approaching. It wasn’t our targeted destination but
trust me when I say, there were no complaints. As soon as those sliding doors opened, we
high-tailed it out of there with a vengeance and laughed ourselves silly on the
platform until the next train
arrived.
Aaaah, I love New York! There’s truly
never a dull moment.
never a dull moment.
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