....In a land full of grit and dirt...there were two enemies preparing for a stand off. Unbeknownst to the pure one on the side of good, she was soon to have an encounter with darkness. Pay close attention:
It was a shortly after 6:30, the clouds were rolling in and being that I left my umbrella at home, I was in a rush to beat the storm. I had just switched from the 1 train to the 2 train. I jumped on the train, I scanned, assessed, and found a seat (proper protocol procedures) Now, during my exploration I noticed a seat…in the corner. Now normally a girl like me avoids these corner seats by all means necessary! I call them love seats. They're small and crammed and since I firmly, firmly believe that those seats are reserved as a sacred nesting place for dirt, filth, and all things gritty, I stay far far far far faaaaar away. BUT again, its rush hour, a person just got up and so I sat. Priorities! And my feet were screaming “give us, us free” but I digress.
But just like Murphy ’s Law says…anything that can go wrong will INDEED go wrong.
Picture this (a dramatic reenactment):
*CUE HOMELESS DRUNK*
“ATTENTION EVERYBODY….Can youuuusssss help a brother out”
I look up, slightly annoyed, barely paying attention and something caught my eye…Wait, what is that I see…is that a…
*Turns directly to me* “A QUARTER WILL DO...”
And in all of my horror…it happened!
They shot in the air…one by one like pellets of poison. Each one on a mission… scattering in the wind searching for their prey. Using their ability to fragment, to distract and disarm me. Touching my delicate skin with a fire like burn of the sting of a bee.
What you ask? SPIT! Oh yes…spit…out of his mouth. His very own M.O.U.T.H.
I Gasped.
I screamed
I yelled out
I grab my things..
OH MY GOD!
He’s startled. He looks appalled that I’m appalled. He mumbles a sorry and scurries in to the sea of people.
Me, I’m hysterical. I’m certain my heart skipped several beats leaving me woozy. My mind starts racing. Where did it land? There were so many of them. What shall I quarantine? Is it in my purse? My wrap? My…my…dear God, sweet Jesus….not. near. my. FACE.
I look around, trying to connect with the people around me. I want to ask them. Did you see it? Where did it go???? Do you know???
I’m almost hyperventilating. This can’t be happening, can it? I look to my left and my seat partner is staring at me. She feels me...I think? Her eyes says she understands. But does she??
At this point I’m in autopilot. Mouth: clamps shut (you know to seal all entry) Hands: frantically searching for something…anything to wipe and disinfect. Eyes: near tears Legs: ready to run Heart: soon to explode
In my search, I find a receipt. I grab it I use it to wipe my arm, my hand, my bag in a frenzy. I’m frazzled. Dazed even.
Now, have you ever had something traumatic happen to you that make people nearby take pity? Like in their eyes you can tell they’re relieved it wasn't them, but feel really sorry for you? That was my seat mate. She gently reached in her bag and pulled out the holiest holy of grails (lol)…..hand sanitizer *cue the sounds of the pearly gates*. And then watched me bathe from head to toe in it. Hey man, it's not a game out there...
In fact, It’s me against them. I’m certain of that now. There’s nothing that can tell me otherwise. Them...me…we. are. archenemies. They’re out for my demise…and with people like that around you…nothing. You hear me…nothing good can come from that. It was only a matter of time before we crossed paths.
Let me tell you my friends today was an assault of epic proportions. Yes, worst than the time that saxophone player shot spit on my arm…worse than the crazy threatening to kick my ass…and yes worse than the time I slipped and my hand touched the ground. Epic I tell you. We need to spread the word fast…so that others will never ever have to go through what I went through. Listen to me carefully and please TAKE HEED…
FUCK THOSE CORNER SEATS!
CRAZIES: 1 Nika: 0
They’re killin’ me out here yall…killin’ me…
*fades to black*
Got me worried, stressin, my vision's blurried
The question is will I live? No one in the world loves me
I'm headed for danger, don't trust strangers
The question is will I live? No one in the world loves me
I'm headed for danger, don't trust strangers
Tupac
