Running late. The train I hate to take pulls into the station first but I decide to take it because I can get a seat.
Three stops later, I change my mind. Get off and wait for my favorite train.
Fav train comes. I stand.
Seven stops later, I get a seat. Ah….I pull out the big hard cover novel I’m reading.
No sooner does this happen than an incredibly smelly homeless guy boards the train and stands next to me. I get up and move to the far end of the car. Back to standing…..
Next stop, I see the express across the platform pull in. I get off and board the express. I get a seat again.
An old guy with an old camera takes my photo. Okay. I nod and he nods back. I read.
Finally, the train arrives at my stop.
Final tally: Three trains, 15 pages of a novel read, one smelly homeless guy and I’m the subject of a tourist’s photo of the NY subways.
I’m ten minutes earlier than usual!!! Go figure.