Wednesday, November 12

Thank you, anonymous woman

I don’t know your name and your face doesn’t seem at all familiar. All I know is that you are about 40 to 45, a bit taller than average, and decently but not expensively dressed. And I really, really thank you for what you did this morning. It was on the 6:56 from Ronkonkoma to Flatbush Avenue, an M-3 consist, which I was boarding right after arriving on the shuttle from Medford. The crowding on the platform made it evident that the train would be much more crowded than yesterday’s semi-holiday, and I really wanted to snag a single seat. As I headed toward the single seat, an SCA who had boarded at the opposite end of the car was obviously heading toward it too. He was closer to the highly coveted seat than I was, and it looked like he’d get to it first. Dang. But then, anonymous woman, you came through for me. You were walking down the aisle in front of the SCA, when you stopped abruptly to remove your coat before taking a seat. That delayed the SCA just long enough for me to grab the single seat first. The SCA actually gave a grunt of dismay when he realized he wouldn’t be getting the seat, ha ha. I was able to enjoy a nice easy ride into Brooklyn, in a car that quickly became cattle trainish. When we got to Flatbush Avenue I was closer to the main entrance to the Atlantic Avenue subway station, as opposed to the mid-platform entrances, which leads to the 2/3 platform. A 2 pulled in right as I came through the turnstiles and I boarded it, along with many other people. Now, the 2 will get me to Fulton, but it’s a slower trip than the 4 or 5, so at the next stop at Nevins Street I made an across-the-platform transfer to a 5 for the (faster) ride to Fulton. It was a lot less crowded than the 2 had been.

I had a reasonably brief wait for an A train at Broadway-Nassau after work, no more than two or three minutes. The train was only moderately crowded, unfortunately one of the people in the car was a rather “pungent” skell. I got to Penn in time to catch the 5:22 to Ronkonkoma, an M-7 consist this time, taking an aisle seat next to a woman in her 40’s. To my mild surprise she spent much of the trip reading Atlas Shrugged by Ayn Rand. I had always thought that Randians are almost all male, for that matter mostly introverted Beta loser nerds. Definitely not “chick lit,” Rand’s gender notwithstanding. Perhaps it was my confusion over this which caused my attempts to play cell phone Tetris all come to naught. At least there weren’t any delays to Ronkonkoma, and the wait for the shuttle went by reasonably quickly.

Gym: I ran 2.3 miles on the treadmill at 5.5 mph, giving me a total of nine miles for the week so far.

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