ah NYC subways
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rmOn the subway coming home from a day that did not go as planned (so glad we had date night last night, since the weather totally scuppered our plans for today), and man got on the train and announced that he'd be singing some of the songs of Sam Cooke and if we could spare a bit of change that would be appreciated.
Now, living in NYC, this happens all the time. Sometimes it's more pleasant than others. There's the guy who won't stop playing his sax badly unless you give him money and there are people that play bongoes at 8am, which might work for someone, but it sure isn't me. And of course there are the preachers.
Now, I'll definitely grouse about this stuff, which yes, is illegal, but it's part of living here and not really a huge issue to me. I just turn up my iPod most times (although I've been known to take gay-hate flyers out of teh hands of people and trash them publically).
So this guy gets on the train and this woman across from me who is reading some Buddhist book or other starts screaming.
"What you're doing is illegal. You're why we had a fascist mayor, because you people couldn't control yourselves. You're why we had Rudy Giuliani. He was almost president because you people couldn't ontrol yourselves."
Okay, "you people" WHUT?
For starts, racist much?
Next. Yes, Giuliani was all about legislating random quality of life issues of this ilk, but I'm pretty sure guys with lovely voices on the train weren't what got the fucker elected and they certainly weren't what propelled him onto the national stage.
So I turn off my walkman, give the guy a buck.
The woman starts screaming at me. I ignore her. She starts ranting to the man next to her as everyone stares agape and he pointedly gives the guy money too (this bit of crazy probably made his day financially).
As the singing man passes her he stops and says, "I am sorry you are filled with so much evil," very politely.
She totally flips out.
Finally, it's my stop.
"Be bigger," I say to her.
Be bigger.
Now, living in NYC, this happens all the time. Sometimes it's more pleasant than others. There's the guy who won't stop playing his sax badly unless you give him money and there are people that play bongoes at 8am, which might work for someone, but it sure isn't me. And of course there are the preachers.
Now, I'll definitely grouse about this stuff, which yes, is illegal, but it's part of living here and not really a huge issue to me. I just turn up my iPod most times (although I've been known to take gay-hate flyers out of teh hands of people and trash them publically).
So this guy gets on the train and this woman across from me who is reading some Buddhist book or other starts screaming.
"What you're doing is illegal. You're why we had a fascist mayor, because you people couldn't control yourselves. You're why we had Rudy Giuliani. He was almost president because you people couldn't ontrol yourselves."
Okay, "you people" WHUT?
For starts, racist much?
Next. Yes, Giuliani was all about legislating random quality of life issues of this ilk, but I'm pretty sure guys with lovely voices on the train weren't what got the fucker elected and they certainly weren't what propelled him onto the national stage.
So I turn off my walkman, give the guy a buck.
The woman starts screaming at me. I ignore her. She starts ranting to the man next to her as everyone stares agape and he pointedly gives the guy money too (this bit of crazy probably made his day financially).
As the singing man passes her he stops and says, "I am sorry you are filled with so much evil," very politely.
She totally flips out.
Finally, it's my stop.
"Be bigger," I say to her.
Be bigger.
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Date: 2008-09-29 08:38 pm (UTC)