for those about to rock

shit police / the 'c' in 'c-line' stands for 'crap' (or 'caca', if you're comfortable spelling that with c's and not k's)

boarding the c on my way to park street tonight, i noticed a hefty smear of dried, tan-colored stuff in the bowl-ish recess of one of seats.

not being a fan of suspicious-looking substances of questionable origin, i steered clear of the seat and stood in the open, seat-less area by the windows.

when the train opened its doors at the next stop, i surveyed the faces of the boarding passengers to see how they would react to the seat with the brown frosting. there's just something really fascinating about how people deal with the unsavory components of their scenery, especially when those components are inanimate, and it would be far easier to just ignore them than acknowledge them as offensive, and especially when folks go with the feigned indignation routine, and especially when they do so in front of a captive audience of strangers.

unfortunately, i was deprived of my intense people-watching. one of the first to board, a despondent-looking young woman wearing headphones, promptly plopped down on the soiled seat.

had she not looked so sad, and had i been possessed of liquid bravado at the time, i might have taken a cue from these good samaritans, and said something like:

"hey lady ... [measured pause and eyes screwed up in disdain for effect] ... you're sitting in crap."

then, i think i would've had a bonafide social experiment on my hands!

posted by jomilkman @ 6:27 PM