Chat about crazy lady on 6 train - w4m (Midtown East)

You and I had an interesting moment on the 6 train Monday evening when an insane woman almost hit you. We had a laugh and chat about it afterward. When I got off at Astor and looked back you smiled. Wish I had given you my number. The moment was magical.

sara lives down in the financial district. if it were up to her she'd live somewhere like nolita or the west village but with her current financial situation, she'd have to live with 5 people. although it may seem like a good idea, she knows that it's something she'd regret down the line. so for now she has a studio at a recession rental rate. by day, sara works for an uptight communications firm in midtown. it's not ideal, but who has an ideal job these days anyway? she'd prefer a more casual place, a boutique firm where they have a nerf basketball hoop or something in the office. today at work, she gets a text in the morning from jason. the two met in college and grew close fast, they only hang out once every couple weeks but it's always a good time

jason: hey dinner tonight?
sara: heyyy can't do dinner (LIES) coffee?
jason: yah starbucks in astor?
sara: sounds good see you at 7?
jason: yupp later

work is slow that day, long meeting to long meeting to meetings talking about previous long meetings and touchbases. 6:30 rolls around and she's off to meet jason in astor place. she grabs her bag and sees her guilty secret...fit flops..."no" she thinks, not today. pumps and all she descends to the 6 train at 59th st. she experiences that sheer joy as the train pulls up right as she enters and congratulates herself, she timed it perfectly today, well done.

she snags a seat before the slow moving, morbidly obese new yorkers can get to the bench. she wonders how they even manage this city at all, especially in the summer. a boy sits next to her and she doesn't think anything of it, she's more distracted by the ridiculous insane person coming from the other car. the woman keeps screaming that everybody is afraid of black people and that's why nobody is looking at her. sara makes no attempt at eye contact with crazy. as people turn to ignore the insane beast, her frustration grows. she is hungry for a victim and has her sites set on the boy to sara's right.

the insane lady goes right up to him, "what bitch, why you lookin' down, you afraid of black people?" sara looks down and is starting to get a little scared but doesn't show it, her headphones will protect her. the wretched woman continues to the boy, "what bitch?! what!? what now?" and then makes a bizarre request, "order me dinner bitch!" sara loses control and starts giggling, the dinner request was over the top, but typical of a subway lunatic. the boy buried his head in his hands as if he was laughing, which angered the wretched beast. she raised her hand to hit him but decided he was not worth it and shuffled off to the next train. the boy lifted his head up and burst out laughing. other train go-ers were recounting the confrontation and smiling...there was a magical feeling in the air. taking advantage of the atmosphere, sara said to the boy,

"oohhh the 6 train..."
"i wonder what she wanted for dinner?"
"i don't know, but she was really hungry...she was gonna hit you"
"sometimes when i get hungry i hit strangers too"
"yah, its a pretty common reaction i guess"
"she was crazy, i love when that shit happens"
"haha, i usually hate it...especially when you hear, 'excuse me ladies and gentlemen, sorry to bother you'...that's my cue to turn the ipod up"
"haha, i always turn it down, pretend to listen to music but really listen to the crazy people...far more entertaining"
"i'll have to keep that in mind for next time"

astor place was up and her friend jason was waiting, she looked back at her train friend and he smiled and looked down as they parted ways. thank god she didn't put on her fit flops, that would've been embarrassing.


note: the accusations of the crazy lady are based on a real life experience in union square.