tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362398356425502390.post1697919577441008211..comments2021-01-28T10:01:52.486-05:00Comments on <center>Out and About</center>: Subway conversationsUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362398356425502390.post-6292642502747739372011-12-18T01:43:10.989-05:002011-12-18T01:43:10.989-05:00I once got on the train SOAKED (thanks to a school...I once got on the train SOAKED (thanks to a school trip in the pouring rain and my teacher had zero idea where we were going...and then I got sprayed by a passing car while we were waiting to cross to the entrance to the train station--but that's a whole different story!). Anyway, my friend and I were drenched and literally dripping, and the baby sitting next to us started playing with my hair. Needless to say, my friend started cooing to him. Too bad his mother didn't speak any English...Miriamhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15701443638084846447noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6362398356425502390.post-48022853189135003352011-07-06T16:20:52.690-04:002011-07-06T16:20:52.690-04:00Last night on the E train a man looked at me very ...Last night on the E train a man looked at me very intently for 4 stops. <br /><br />Finally he smiled, satisfied with himself, and loudly proclaimed:<br /><br />"She's not my sister!"Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com