Monday, September 13, 2010
Public Transportation Is The Best
An old woman sits across from us and knits.
Two tattooed teenage boys hold onto the handles from the ceiling and stand in the middle of the car.
Someone on the other end of the car blasts music from a cell phone. To be more specific, it's Lady Gaga's "Pokerface." Steve laughs. I bob my head in time. The teenagers grin.
The dude with the phone changes it to that awful Ke$ha song (you know, the one where she wakes up feeling like P. Diddy even though she's a white chick). I laugh and start to dance in my seat. Steve joins me. The boys groove to it too, all four of us discretely singing "Don't stop, make it pop, DJ blow my speakers up." "Oh my god, can we get some strobe lights up in here?" says one of the boys. "Yeah, dance party!" says the other boy.
The train comes to a stop and the dude with the phone gets off.
The tattooed teenagers go back to making jokes about elderly strippers.
Steve and I go back to geeking out about the music festival we just went to.
The old woman is still knitting.
All thoughts of a dance party are abandoned.
Public transportation is fabulous, yes?