People Watching

One of the more interesting things about riding the Metro is there's ample opportunity to watch people. All kinds of people, coming and going. Most people act like you can't see them 5 feet away. That's a pleasant fiction most days.

I saw Moses again today. Moses is tall, black, with bleached braids, sandals, a walking staff, no shirt, and jean cutoffs with a slit up the side all the way to the waistband. Oh, and Moses goes "commando" under those shorts. Don't ask me how I know. Moses is having a grand time.

I saw a late 20-something girl on the train. Plain, slightly heavy on the lower half, pleasant, soft-spoken, frameless glasses, nails that are bitten to the nub. Plain girl reaches into her bag and surreptitiously pops out a birth control pill out of a non-marked pack and swallows it. No ring, therefore unmarried; sad. Nervous, slightly repressed.

I saw a tall woman, 30-ish walking down the platform. It was hard to miss her, since she was literally head and shoulders above the crowd -- at least 6 foot 6 inches. So tall that she has to walk slouched. No makeup, no particular care in appearance. She seems so sad.

I see iPod guy. He's got that short haircut that purposely has that slept on it look. You know, the one with all the gel in it to make it stick up all over. Trendy clothes, maybe even a little retro. His iPod is so loud I can hear his music clearly 15 feet away. iPod guy must be deaf.

Just another day on the Metro ...