Jacket sitting on my lap used to embolden me to speak my mind on the subway for some reason. Example, this morning I would have said
“Excuse me, did you just offer a stranger your utility knife and pass it clear across the aisle? Are you serious? Being two white men that look as though you just rolled out of the woods doesn’t mean it’s okay to brandish and pass giant weapons around on the L train in Bushwick, for the love of God. Look around, do you see everybody sweating in fear? And then to use the knife slowly and meticulously just to cut an article out of the newspaper to create a bookmark for your 7am reading of ‘A Zombie Survival Guide’?!
What I did say out loud was “You know this is going on my blog”.
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