Riding the train was very eventful this morning.
There was this guy- mid 30s, blue collar who got on the train and started asking this latin guy, "Do you know what time it is?" and started going off about how no one really knows the time, only God knows what time it is. Then the latin guy was like (in thick spanish accent), "why are you bothering me? You see all these people, it 9am, it the morning, go away".
Which of course only made Crazy go crazier. He starts walking up and down the car shouting, "the Father must listen to His son!" and "This is a stick up, only money will save you, so empty your wallets and pockets to me..your Son!" and "I got a bomb, can you dial 911..I can!" He was saying it so clearly and loudly and with such conviction that you couldn't really tell if he was a performance artist or just insane. Others got out of the train but I pretended to read my paper and not make eye contact...this is New York, if we moved everytime someone started shouting, there wouldn't be enough subway cars!
As the train was pulling into another station, an undercover cop shows up dressed in street wear but with a huge badge hanging around his neck...oh the drama. This cop must have scared Crazy because as soon as he showed up, Crazy jumped off the train. But that didn't stop him, Crazy then tried to shake the cops hand and when the cop wouldn't, Crazy started speaking in tongues.
aahh, New York....all in a day's morning commute in this Crazy city.
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