Dear Diary:
Getting squeezed into an overpacked No. 6 train is one thing. But getting stuffed into a 6 train where people will not move? That is just anger on a whole new level.
Running five minutes behind schedule, I was not particularly pleased to see that the 6 train had more and more people shuffling in at every stop. Finally, after the mechanical voice announced the 96th Street stop, I was more than eager to get off of the airless dungeon of a subway. However, I was on a train with New Yorkers, which meant after I exchanged no less than five “excuse me’s,†I had taken only a few small steps.
Fuming, I was about to push a person in front of me, when this figure moved away and looked at me. It was a young girl of short stature, with a flowing dress the color of cool summer grass and a little pink bow in her honey-colored hair. She gave off the impression of being a wildflower in a field of weeds.
The little girl promptly smiled at me, showing off her pearly teeth. She said to me: “Sorry! Have a great day!â€
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