tHe SuBwAy ScEnE

So I get on the train on my way home from the hospital. I sit down at the very end of the cart with my friend. We are just talking about the day when a short, round Indian man in his mid thirties with the fresh from the motherland….navy blue jacket, green shirt and brown tapered pants look…walks into the train. He is on the other corner but quickly spots us and automatically switches into his favorite Indian actor Govinda. He begins to serenade me with his much rehearsed in the shower singing routine…”La la la la la…mixed in with some phrases that were familiar but that I could not completely recognize…la la la la la…” I couldn’t help but laugh but of course in their language that means flashing green light…I had unintentionally given him the go ahead…So he stops and comes to stand in front of me hanging over the pole…

Happy short, round Indian man: Are you from India?

My friend, on my behalf, of course I am just staring in shock, nodding my head: No

Surprised short, round Indian man: Then where are you girls from?

My annoyed friend: No where…we are from no where…

Surprised and confused short, round Indian man: “From nowhere? Well she looks like she could be Indian..

Friend: NO!

Eager short, round Indian man: “Her (pointing at me with his middle finger of course) for me?”

My friend: N…O…NO!

Sad short, round Indian man: Sigh…

So he turns around and walks to the doorway and waits for his stop. Not losing hope he starts singing again but now takes out his cool new I Phone...plays with it long enough for me to notice…then puts it away…just giving me a little taste of how “cool” he really is...

Still persistent he comes and takes a loop around the pole one last time and with all his might sings his heart out and exits the train as the doors open…

In the ideal world…he would have been the man of my dreams who comes and sweeps me off my feet…but this is the real world…my world…just another one of those stories to add to the collection….

signed: Macky