so yesterday i'm on my way to our last intro to judaism class and i've worked out that the best way to get there is to take an express train to brooklyn which bypasses the stop i need and then transfer to a local train going back towards manhattan. that actually takes less time then taking the local out of manhattan. . .go figure. and yes, i spend an inordinate amount of time trying to figure out the quickest way to get places because i am the master of public transportation.
i made my transfer and stepped into the car on the local train and looked around and realized that i was the only person in the car. and i was amazed because that almost never happens and it certainly never happens at 6:30pm on a weekday. i looked around and was tickled to discover how excited i was by this moment of solitude -- because i think in this massive jumble of a city those moments where you get to be truly alone during your day are very, very rare. so i relished the moment.
as the doors to the train closed i took a deep breath, exhaled and. . .farted.
that's right. i did that. i just let. it. rip. and it felt good. i felt free, calm, truly at one with myself.
and wouldn't you know it, right after my glorious release the doors sprung back open and 8 people jumped in the car right behind me. and were greeted with eau de shaygo.
the moral of the story: you are never as alone as you think you are in new york city.
*picture from NYCDP
1 comment:
LOL! That's hilarious! Maybe if you farted more often, the city would give you more moments alone. So, you have to ask yourself, "which came first, the solitude or the fart?"
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