Life On The Train

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Clik here to view. Uptown C Train  3 P.M.

 Just when you think things can’t get any stranger, you find yourself on a subway car with a crazy Trump supporter.

 A woman of a certain age is going from person to person telling, not asking, you better vote for Trump. I was so appalled, especially when she starts yelling at an elderly man who politely asked her to please go away.

 She was very skinny in a navy sleeveless dress with Cher black hair held back with large tortoise shell combs. She wore bright white tennis sneakers. The veins in her neck strained as she continued to harass this man showing no fear for someone well into his 80s.

 Before I could get involved, a very well dressed young man boldly got up and told her to scram. He was maybe 35 in an off white linen suit, a tie folded neatly in his front pocket. He was handsome with a Kennedy forelock of wavy brown hair.

 Despite the circumstances couldn’t help wishing I was younger, that hair along with such chivalry…oh my!

 I sat there amazed as the woman was now berating him accusing him of being, and I quote, a pansy Biden lover. He didn’t bat an eye as he looked straight into hers as she kept hurling insults.

 Her chutzpah knew no bounds, and that’s when I calmly said though loudly, that this type of behavior wasn’t a very good advertisement since bullying is very unAmerican.

 A Black woman near me said, “You’re damned right,” and she, to my delight, ripped veiny a new one who smartly got off at the next stop.

 Another young Latino guy in those droopy drawers that continue to fascinate me said, his face pressed against the train window, ‘Lookie here, the bitch is runnin’.”

 Then I kid you not, the whole car clapped.

 Only in New York, the noble and the brave verses the unhinged.

  SB