Commuting to and fro in New York city can sometimes be a trip (no pun intended). There are times I go through the weirdest situations and there are times that I cherish.
The other day I jumped on the train, headed home after a great workout, where I and another young lady got sprayed by a lady sitting down in front of us!
This woman literally sprayed us with a perfume mist of some sort. (It was like a musk scented mist. She’s lucky I like musk.) I had to laugh. I couldn’t stop laughing. I turned to the other girl and we both understood that the sprayer wasn’t all there – obviously. At least I got a good laugh.
Then there are those days, people just get on your last nerve. They push and cuss and snark at you, just because. Hey, its New York. If you can’t handle the heat, get out of the kitchen! That’s exactly how it goes down in the subway.
Then there are nights like last night.
As I walked down the subway, I was greeted by the sweet sounds of a saxophone, playing its smooth and sweet notes across the platform. Its like I had my own little private symphony playing while I waited for my train to arrive.
Who needs a music player blasting in their ears when you have a sax’s melodies whispering in your ear right?