Rush Hour

images-1 It’s 9 a.m. on the number 6 heading to a go-see for some new drug.  Go-see is model’s slang for being sent for a possible job.  It’s no wonder the world thinks we’re imbeciles.

I’m lucky getting a seat next to a young, exhausted mother of three, thirty if she’s a day, covertly nursing her infant beneath a Hello Kitty baby blanket.   She has one arm around him, her free hand on the stroller holding a tired two year-old while a chubby girl of five sleeps beside her.  My heart automatically opens thinking, how beat they all look because I’ll bet the baby keeps them up demanding to be fed every few hours.

I can barely get myself out of the house with my zipper up and shoes on.  It makes you think.

Then a tiny Asian girl gets on who in her shortness can’t reach the overhead bar.  Every time the train lurches or picks up speed I think she’ll fall into the stroller.  Her balance is admirable, but my fear finally wins out giving her my seat.

She in turn smiles so big it might bring world peace.

I then feel something sniffing my back.  It’s a Yorkie in a MOMA  (Museum of Modern Art) tote bag sticking his little nose out.

“Oh hello…have we met?”  The owner, soldered to her iPod, misses the whole encounter.

A middle-aged woman expensively dressed getting on at 33rd Street, immediately starts cooing over the fat five-year old.

“I just love your hair…all those little daisies.  How fun.”

The kid shoots her a priceless look as if to say, “Fuck you lady and the Bentley you just stepped out of.”

I know, if she had a fancy car what would she be doing on the subway?  It’s New York folks, and the train is the fastest way to travel, especially at rush hour.

I like the kid’s hair too.  Her mother gave her a half dozen braids with daisies on each end making her look like a pouting potted plant.

What’s really evident despite the mother’s apparent exhaustion is the love she has for her children.

When I finally get to Spring Street I have enough characters for a one-act play…or at least an essay.




About Susannah Bianchi

I'm just a girl who likes to write slightly on slant. I've had a career in fashion, dabbled in film and to be honest, I don't like talking about myself. Now my posts are another matter so I will let them speak for themselves. My eBooks, A New York Diary, Model Behavior: Friends For Life and Notes From A Working Cat can be found on Thanks.
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30 Responses to Rush Hour

  1. micklively says:

    I found a FaceBook post from a friend yesterday: “I knew you were a slut: even the label on your knickers said ‘Next'”. A little crude but it made me giggle.


  2. Elle Knowles says:

    You can get a lot of info people watching Susannah. I think I may be more careful of what I portray in public from now on. You never know who may be looking for essay material! ~Elle

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  3. You not only observe but can fill in the blanks on the characters you see. If it’s true or not, it’s certainly entertaining. I can see the Mom jiggling her breast to give the baby breakfast while hoping that the other two will sleep through it all. As for being too short, I can relate to that. I spent a lot of my childhood short.

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  4. skinnyuz2b says:

    Bravo to you, Susannah. How many people would even notice the short woman’s plight or the young mom’s fatigue?


  5. Riding the train is like filling a blank page or two…never a dull moment!


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