Strange experience tonight on the New York City subway. I don’t know what to make of it.
It was rush hour. I took the #2 express from 14th Street to 42nd Street/Times Square. Got off, scurried (limped?) across the platform to a #1 local which had just pulled in. I was going one more stop to 50th Street to meet a friend for dinner.
The subway car was crowded. A handsome young man looked up at me from his seat. He smiled, stood up, and said with a foreign accent, “Why don’t you sit down here?”
I smiled back and said, “I’m getting off at the next stop.”
He smiled again and sat back down.
Cruising? Parkinson’s disease? Old age?
Mercy!
Maybe a combination.