Tales From The Subway

1. Choreographed Fantasy

It was one of those days when my iPod is playing the perfect mix of music. It's rush hour and the car is filled with interesting characters: A guy who had very carefully tucked his glove underneath his Rolex watch (so transparent). Two old lady lesbians canoodling in the corner. Three teenage girls wearing sunglasses in the shape of "2008." Two models wearing the skinniest skinny jeans I've ever seen. The end of a song fades out in my headphones and then I hear the first notes of "Billy Jean." Suddenly, I have this strange daydream of the entire car breaking out into a choreographed dance worthy of a 1980's Michael Jackson music video. I think this is a sign that I need to cut back on my caffeine intake.

2. Where's Waldo?

I'm sitting in a crowded subway car when I spot a dark haired guy wearing thick rimmed glasses and a red striped ski hat. He wasn't wearing a red sweater, but it still made me laugh.

3. Flashdance

I'm hurrying to transfer to another train when a homeless guy starts running in place (think Flashdance) and pointing at me. I flinch expecting to see a rat or a cockroach crawling at my feet. I look down and look back up to find him laughing hysterically. I'm so glad I could be his entertainment for the afternoon.

4. La Mariachi

I'm on the green line headed toward the East Village, when four men dressed up in full charro outfits enter the car and begin to serenade the crowd. All I can think is -- Too bad Arnold's not here. He would love this!