on the train

F Train, 2nd Ave

At the Second Avenue stop, my coworker tapped my shoulder. I’d been in an iPod hole for most of my trip home. The rest of the time, I’d been staring at a little girl in her stroller. She had a box of fast food mozerella sticks and was peeling off the fried. I approved (I mostly hate fried food).

The tap on the shoulder from my coworker came as a surprise because truly: had we been in the same sweaty car for four whole stops and just not seen each other? Then my coworker told me he was on his way to band rehearsal with my ex-boyfriend.

Oh. It’s NY and we do small world like that.