Pretty is as Pretty Does

Do not forget to entertain strangers, for by so doing some people have entertained angels without knowing it." Hebrews 13:12

"That man is crazy."

"We do not use that word here."

"Well , what word do you use then Doctor?"

"Now, Now."

He's very now, now. I can tell you that." Peter Sellers

Shortly after I stepped into the express training heading downtown from the Upper Upper West, it was apparent that an early commuter lost his footing, while traveling 60 miles an hour and dropped a rather milky cup of coffee to the floor spilling it's contents which started at the front of the train car and meandered it's way like a lazy creek under the seats and to the opposite end.

What apparently happened next was another helpful commuter and or a lazy MTA worker- I do not know for certain, tried to remedy the issue by laying down a few pages of the Friday post to soak up the creamy stream. This seemed to be, while temporary, a fix.

My neighbor did not think so.

I proceeded to watch a prematurely gray haired woman who had apparently been in one knock down drag out fight with a container of red rouge and the rouge won carry an overloaded Duane Reed sack with the handles torn off, plop down in her seat with sheer disgust. At once, she placed both of her colored Keds on the already laying wet paper. She had cut her nylons off at the ankle in a jagged unsymmetrical manner, so much that the excess hung down to the heel of her shoe. And she began to wipe up the remaining liquid under her feet in a sweeping clockwise circular pattern. She did this in a repeated motion. When it appeared to be she would not cease, she stopped for a moment's rest to take out a number of white napkins from her busting at the seams bag and laid them under foot. Repeat Motion.

Determined to not let the spilled substance get the best of her shoes circa 1980, she reached into her magic carry all and unveiled another black and white print newspaper in which she threw to the ground, hiked her plaid skirt to mid calf's and went to town using her be all (elbow "feet" grease).

The subway doors opened up and in walked three unknowing women sat right down amongst the coffee chaos. Since our manic maid had her head to the grindstone, she didn't realize at first she had lost her range of motion.

Conceded she took her rotund receptacle carrying some serious weight and put it down on the paper to soak up that last drop. Giving it that last bit of pressure. She sighed.

I smiled.

oops. My stop.

Yep. Neurosis is alive and kicking in New York.

You got any of your own?