I just watched an imposing looking Latino girl clean out her whole humungus hand bag on the train.
Wallet, umbrella, phone, make-up, even a T-shirt that said…Bed Sty Stud, I’m assuming belonged to her boyfriend, piled beside her.
She was in her 20s, full-figured with dreds like the Cowardly Lion, if he were a rapper that is. Tattoos up and down her arm, a zillion earrings in her ears. What I also noticed right away was her lack of self-consciousness dressed in a midriff baring a very well fed torso while a silver star gleamed from her navel.
Me in my tights, hoodie and Audrey flats felt underdressed.
With great organization, she put it all back only stopping to open a big jar rubbing its contents on her cuticles and the top of her head never looking up once.
When she got off at Bleeker, her rear end splaying like a blue screen across her jeans, my one thought was…she’s so neat and organized, not to mention clutter free, I’m betting, she’d just love my apartment, especially the closet.