awesometown.

So I race onto the subway before the chimes start a-ringing (not an easy task while broken-footed, let me tell yuh). I notice an available seat, which at this time is nothing short of a miracle. Middle seat between a nice looking lady, nose inherent pocket bible and a young exec in her tweed jacket facing her friend in the perpendicular seat. Sitting down I manage to bump the young exec as well as proceed to sit on the tail of her obscenely long jacket. I outwardly admit my failure at sitting in a seat like a regular person and offer my apologies to which I receive nothing. Not a chuckle, not a word not even a look. Fine. I can handle this, it’s not like I did anything TERRIBLY wrong. With Cold War Kids a-blastin’ in my eardrums, I can’t complain. But then, THEN, as if I had just sat down in some time warp to 1995, bitch starts making what looks like obscene hand gestures to her friend (peripheral vision guys, it’s not accurate..). I pop an earbud out, THISCLOSE to some words my mother would not be proud of spewing from my mouthpiece, when I realize. No words are coming out of their mouths.. Ladies are deaf. Good reaction, solid awareness of my surroundings and wicked awkward subways rides Since 1986.