Sunday, May 22, 2011

Transit Prosody (R Train)

Man, well groomed, enters, sits and talks to ungroomed young man, standing on R train, who enters with him and replies.

"I ain't got the tickets. I forgot 'em. They ain't here," sitting man says.

"What's that mean?"

"They ain't here, they ain't here."

"What's that mean?"

"I ain't got 'em. Ah! here they are." Holds up waded plastic bag he'd been holding since entering the train car.

"You need that receipt?" Standing man says.

"They'd have 'em in the computer even if I forgot. They'd have 'em in the computer. They'd have 'em in the computer."

"You need that receipt?"

"No." Sitting man removes pink tickets from bag. "Peddling in front of an entrance. That's not you. That's not you. You were to the side where I put you right? You weren't directly in front where the people come and go, right?"

"I was where you put me."

"Disorderly conduct. That's not you. That's not you. It's not. What'd you do to get that?"

"I told you the cops would come there, didn't I?"

"Hey now, you see this? See this? This is a tax license. I pay taxes. They go see this and leave me alone like before. One sir come up to me and say, 'Let's go,' and I say, 'Oh no,' and show 'em this and he say, 'Mighty fine.' So the same'll happen today you see. You see? You see now, you do."

Sitting man stands, and they exit.


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