The weekend crowd on the train is much more interesting than the weekdays, although the former is much more sparse. As I was on my way to the roller derby, a young guy in a fraternity t-shirt got on at the College Park stop. He was typically bland – grey t-shirt, khaki shorts and flip flops. I assumed he had a Face Book page and imagined I wouldn’t be too far off if I guessed that he filled out one of those “people have told me I looked like…” surveys. He had a face like Will Farrell.
And a gibbon.
A really thin girl and her friend were riding the train as I was heading home on Saturday. She had a flat face and a short, pug nose, which only served to exaggerate the length of her false lashes. Her friend wore platform sneakers that were so oddly molded to form that they looked like they served a fashionable, yet orthopedic purpose.
This morning on my way to work, a man at the L’Enfant metro was kneeling, hunched over a laptop. He was wearing a suit and I figured, when I passed him and looked over his screen, he’d been furiously engaged in some kind of business communicae that just couldn’t wait, since he wasn’t boarding the train that had stopped at the platform. Instead, he was playing chess.
I’ve seen two people in surgical masks and one mask on the floor of the train while riding the metro since this swine flu business started. I can’t tell if those weekdays when hardly anyone is riding the train is because of fear of contracting swine flu or because of rising unemployment rates.
I saw a Hispanic man on the train while on my way to work last week. He sat highlighting a book on criminology. He wore his hair in a ponytail and dozens of earrings of all shapes in both ears. It wasn’t till he stood up and waited by the doors for the next stop that I saw his huge gold medallion necklace. That kind of gold that has an almost orange hue. It matched the dozens of rings piled up the two fingers at the end of his hand. They looked like they were made of metal.
I will call him the Jewelry Man.