There’s a squirrely woman I always see at the metro. Sometimes, she even parks next to me or a few spaces away in the parking lot. A short, rail-thin old woman who has wiry hair that reminds of Miss Beazley from Archie Comics. She has a droopy face and narrow glasses that she always peers over hyperactively. There she is, almost without fail, no matter where I wait to bard the train, and when I see her, I want to shout, “Mousssey!” as though she’d know it’s the nickname I’ve given her. And as I looked up from my reading this morning only to find her sitting across from me, reading the mini-newspaper, I notice that she was actually using a rope in substitute for a belt.
Mousey disappeared several stops later, which is weird because we take almost the exact same route. And instead, I was distracted by two pretentious hipsters, also rail thin, but with the stereotypical freak folk beards, drain pipes, and pointed mod shoes. One carried a heavy book about Cole Porter, the other a book by Neal Furgeson called ‘The Ascent of Money,’ and as each explained to the other what their reading was about as though it was a metro-train Book Club. The one reading Furgeson said his book was about money as a value of something, and gave an example about how success in war is measured by the cost of killing an opponents soldier. When he finished his summary of the book (“and that’s what it’s about”), his friend said, “I bet I’d agree with a lot of that.” To which his friend replied, “yeah, the guy’s like a Sith Lord.” ….
Care Bears care alot.