…will wait untill the last possible second before the doors close until gracing your subwaycar with his presence.
Then will stare at you in the eyeball if you let him and mumble gibberish at you.
He’ll also walk up and down the car, repeatedly accosting the same exact folks for some bucks.
When that doesn’t work, (or even if it does) he’ll kneel at your feet..and mumble (into your eyeballs) for a few.
Did I mention he saves his song and dance for the express train between 59th and 125th street stops?
I almost hadn’t noticed but after about his 5th lap, I’d started to laugh uncontrollably.
It’s the second time I saw him this week (and it’s only Wednesday).
I thought, maybe I could bribe him with a $1 to stay at the opposite end of the train, but fuck that.
He’s probably from Boston, or a Jets fan, or used to drive a cab (badly), or SOME wacked shit.
Anyway, what up internet?
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