Subway Stare

Subway Stare

God, I hate the subway. The sights, the sounds, the smells; I don't think there's a place more offensive to all the senses. It's almost as if they intentionally made it so foul and unpleasant. Surely nothing gets like this on it's own, does it ? The whole scene plays out like some kind of twisted sociological experiment.

And the people, Lord, the people. A wretched pulsing mass, almost devoid of humanity. A gathering of the freaks and other assorted bottom feeders. Like this fella beside me.

Just what is his problem? He sure likes to stare. For the last three stops whenever I've looked in his direction, he's been looking at me . Hey Buddy, Take a picture why don't cha? Maybe if I stare back, he'll get the hint.

Oh man, that didn't help at all. I guess he's decided he wants a staring contest. Well, he didn't count on this guy !
Lookit him, all pinched face and crazy eyes and stupid scowl, probably fancies himself a tough guy. Well, if he doesn't smarten up soon, I may have to give him a tunin'! Just what is his problem ?

OK, this is getting too crazy, the longer I'm staring at this guy the angrier he seems to be getting. You started it, Buddy! Wha ? Can dish it out but can't take it ? God, I wish my stop was coming up soon. I'm very close to breaking, what with the bumping, herky-jerky ride, the cloying smell of B.O., the idiots and their relentless, judging stares...like this dolt beside me... What do you want,man ?!? OK, That tears it, I gotta say something to this guy before I lose it and do something I may regret. Or at least find out what he wants.

" What are you staring at?"

As soon as the words leave my mouth, I realize that my overworked, overtaxed and overburdened brain has prompted me to speak to my own reflection in the subway's glass.