I usually wouldn’t post something so soon after my first volume, HOWEVER, this one deserves its own half volume.
This morning I took the early train to work. My normal hours are 10-6PM so I get to ride the train at about 9:15 AM. This morning I had to be at work early, so I caught the 7:15 train.
It’s a whole new world at that hour!
I live in Journal Square, Jersey City which is a pretty rough neighborhood. It’s certainly NOT Mahwah, NJ – “Home of the NJ Soccer Mom”. JSQ is a healthy mix of Jesus freaks, Islamics, Crackheads, hookers, criminals and bag ladies. This story is about the latter.
Every morning I see the same bag lady. She smells ungodly, but besides that is a very pleasant human being. She smiles and says “Good Morning” to passerby. This morning I was able to witness a whole NEW side to her.
I get on the train and take a seat. I am lost in a world of “Transatlantism” by Death Cab for Cutie on my trusty iPod when I notice said bag lady board the train. She drops her stuff in the corner of the train, looks around, then literally pulls down her pants, pops a squat and takes a piss. She then proceeds to wipe her stank vagina hole with old dirty newspaper.
As you can imagine, people on the train start running, screaming. It was mayhem. I didn’t move because #1 – She was clear on the other side of the train and #2 – I wasn’t gonna give up MY seat!
Spoken like a true New Yorker…:)
Hopefully, my day will be nothing but uphill from here.
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