I was trying to be someone.
Oct. 31st, 2003 11:11 amI definitely remember putting a banana in my bag this morning to eat on the train, and when I got to work, it was nowhere to be found. For a moment, I thought I did eat it on the train but forgot. Then I thought someone had opened my bag and stolen it. More likely it fell out in Dommeyourass's car at some point when I was either untangling myself from the headphone cords or spilling 1/3 of my mug of coffee onto my legs and the floor of her car.
I really wanted that banana.
On the train I scored the only available seat, after asking the guy next to it to move his bag. He did so easily and with no attitude, yet I still always fear that people will sit and resent me the entire train ride. Of course I could have made matter worse by reading the newspaper over his shoulder, but I wasn't actually getting any negative vibes. Sometime around Clark/Lake, he tapped my arm.
"Are you getting off past Medical Center?"
"Um, which one? The only hospital downtown I know is Northwestern..."
"No, no, the train stop. There's a train stop called Medical Center. Are you getting off past it?"
"No, sorry. My stop is next." I was waiting for some question about directions, confused by his motivations.
He thanked me anyway then turned back in his seat. I noticed right before I got off that he was leaning again the window and dozing off, and put it together that he was going to ask me to wake him up so he didn't miss his stop. I found this moment of complete trust in a stranger to be absolutely beautiful.
I really wanted that banana.
On the train I scored the only available seat, after asking the guy next to it to move his bag. He did so easily and with no attitude, yet I still always fear that people will sit and resent me the entire train ride. Of course I could have made matter worse by reading the newspaper over his shoulder, but I wasn't actually getting any negative vibes. Sometime around Clark/Lake, he tapped my arm.
"Are you getting off past Medical Center?"
"Um, which one? The only hospital downtown I know is Northwestern..."
"No, no, the train stop. There's a train stop called Medical Center. Are you getting off past it?"
"No, sorry. My stop is next." I was waiting for some question about directions, confused by his motivations.
He thanked me anyway then turned back in his seat. I noticed right before I got off that he was leaning again the window and dozing off, and put it together that he was going to ask me to wake him up so he didn't miss his stop. I found this moment of complete trust in a stranger to be absolutely beautiful.