April 15th, 2010 by Conductor
So one night in April, I’m headed home from work, and for some reason took the 1 from West 50th St to the 2 at 42nd street Times Square, thinking perhaps the passengers on the 2 would be decent polite folk instead of the usual dregs of humanity they typically are. Wrong again. Old, young, doesn’t matter; they’ll do everything but knock you down to get that seat before you do.
But before that, I had to wait for that train to actually show up. In the interim, I noticed and surreptitiously snapped a picture of this young dude. I do not now how he managed to get his very, very green jumpsuit to match his headphones (or vice versa), but he did just that. Seems like a lot of effort to coordinate just get on a train. Perhaps he’s part of a dance troupe and was on his way to join up with his crew, who no doubt were clad in similarly matching jumpsuit/headphone combos.
Ok, I don’t buy that either…