Best Story of the Week…September 20th

I was on the train seated between two Asian tourists. How did I know they were tourists?

Because they were wearing everyplace they visited. They had on Statue of Liberty T-shirts, Yankee caps and carried MOMA tote bags. They were a walking, or sitting rather, ad for New York tourism.

Suddenly a very skinny, older woman got on giving the whole car dirty looks since no one got up to offer her their seat, including me. She wasn’t that old, and her entitlement didn’t exactly inspire even Joan of Bark to heed the call.

But then Joan softened, moving closer to one of the men who kindly also made room for her. Then the other man scooted over but she still stood there irritated we wouldn’t give up our seat. “Oh come on,” I said, “you’re thin, there’s plenty of room,” which wasn’t really the case.

Finally she sits and the whole row looked like sardines in a can, but instead of getting mad, we all laughed at how funny we must have looked, well, everyone but snooty who still didn’t seem happy.

One of the Asian men was so squished he started to slide off the seat before a good-natured business man grabbed his arm.

When we hit Brooklyn Bridge, everyone but the woman got off.

She finally had, not just the seat to herself, but the whole damned car, still frowning, giving the name sourpuss all new meaning.

Humility, pretty soon will only be available on Amazon…PRIME.

 There were ten in the bed
And the little one said,
“Roll over! Roll over!”
So they all rolled over and
one fell out

There were nine in the bed
And the little one said,
“Roll over! Roll over!”
So they all rolled over
And one fell out

There were eight in the bed
And the little one said,
“Roll over! Roll over!”
So they all rolled over and one fell out

There were seven in the bed
And the little one said,
“Roll over! Roll over!”
So they all rolled over and one fell out

There were six in the bed
And the little one said,
“Roll over! Roll over!”
So they all rolled over and one fell out

There were five in the bed
And the little one said,
“Roll over! Roll over!”
So they all rolled over and one fell out

There were four in the bed
And the little one said,
“Roll over! Roll over!”
So they all rolled over and one fell out

There were three in the bed
And the little one said,
“Roll over! Roll over!”
So they all rolled over and one fell out

There were two in the bed
And the little one said,
“Roll over! Roll over!”
So they all rolled over and one fell out

There was one in the bed
And the little one said,

“Alone at last!”

Just that kid in me. 🙂

SB

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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 Amazon.com. Thanks.
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12 Responses to Best Story of the Week…September 20th

  1. skinnyuz2b says:

    Susannah, what a great combination; entitled and sourpuss. Your sardine tin-mates must have really irritated her royal snootiness when you saw the humor in the situation and laughed at your togetherness. The odd thing is that she probably thought you were all a bunch of rude riders while never realizing that she was the rude one.
    Thanks for giving me a smile before leaving for another sub job.

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  2. Some people are never happy, even with the whole car to themselves. If the tourists were from East Asia, they were probably used to being squished into a subway car, from my experience.

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  3. How refreshing to hear of spontaneous laughter on the subway!! I loved the sardine can people.

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