A story that isn't mine

I've told this story here before I think, but long enough ago, that I think it bears repeating. I've more friends, for one thing!

Something on mabfan said on his journal made me think of it. It's about how everyone has a story.

Years ago, I was sitting on the PATCO train coming back to New Jersey from Philadelphia where I worked. I didn't have anything to read that day, so I fell back on the old 'eavesdropping on other people's conversation' method of amusing myself during the 15 minute train ride. Usually there isn't anything terribly interesting to hear, but this one day I had the rare opportunity to see something really amazing.

The train was crowded, so there were quite a few people standing up in the area by the doors, even though they weren't supposed to. I was two seats behind that area, and the seat in front of me was taken by a woman who had a large bunch of pink roses in her hand. She was telling her seat mate that she just bought them because they were pretty, and she had no qualms about buying flowers for herself. She was attractive, probably leaning towards her mid-thirties, nothing spectaular, but pretty.

Meanwhile, standing in the vestibule was a couple of men, around the same age as the woman, also mildly attractive, dressed in the standard button down shirt, khaki pants uniform of the modern office worker. They were chatting about whatever it was men chat about on train rides home, I couldn't hear, but they were laughing a lot.

Right before we got to the Ferry Avenue Station stop, the woman with the flowers said goodbye to her seat mate and got up to leave the train. As she passed one of the button down men, she handed this one guy a flower. He, of course, asked her why, and she said 'you have a nice smile. Give it to your wife or girlfriend.'

He then asked her where her stop was, and she comfirmed that it was Ferry Avenue. He was disappointed, as he was going on.

By now the train had stopped, and she said goodbye and stepped onto the platform. The man watched her go, then looked at his friends, hesitated only a moment, smiled nervously and said 'See you guys later!' and jumped off the train to follow the woman.

I think of them sometimes, and I wonder if they got together, if they started dating, if they are still together.

I rather hope they are.

A story that isn't mine

I've told this story here before I think, but long enough ago, that I think it bears repeating. I've more friends, for one thing!

Something on mabfan said on his journal made me think of it. It's about how everyone has a story.

Years ago, I was sitting on the PATCO train coming back to New Jersey from Philadelphia where I worked. I didn't have anything to read that day, so I fell back on the old 'eavesdropping on other people's conversation' method of amusing myself during the 15 minute train ride. Usually there isn't anything terribly interesting to hear, but this one day I had the rare opportunity to see something really amazing.

The train was crowded, so there were quite a few people standing up in the area by the doors, even though they weren't supposed to. I was two seats behind that area, and the seat in front of me was taken by a woman who had a large bunch of pink roses in her hand. She was telling her seat mate that she just bought them because they were pretty, and she had no qualms about buying flowers for herself. She was attractive, probably leaning towards her mid-thirties, nothing spectaular, but pretty.

Meanwhile, standing in the vestibule was a couple of men, around the same age as the woman, also mildly attractive, dressed in the standard button down shirt, khaki pants uniform of the modern office worker. They were chatting about whatever it was men chat about on train rides home, I couldn't hear, but they were laughing a lot.

Right before we got to the Ferry Avenue Station stop, the woman with the flowers said goodbye to her seat mate and got up to leave the train. As she passed one of the button down men, she handed this one guy a flower. He, of course, asked her why, and she said 'you have a nice smile. Give it to your wife or girlfriend.'

He then asked her where her stop was, and she comfirmed that it was Ferry Avenue. He was disappointed, as he was going on.

By now the train had stopped, and she said goodbye and stepped onto the platform. The man watched her go, then looked at his friends, hesitated only a moment, smiled nervously and said 'See you guys later!' and jumped off the train to follow the woman.

I think of them sometimes, and I wonder if they got together, if they started dating, if they are still together.

I rather hope they are.

Random stuff before I go

Charlie has a thing for lists. Don't know why, but lately he's been asking about things that have sequels - wanted to know what Harry Potter 4 was etc. Then he asked me about Star Wars, and you know, I got a bit confused as to what I should tell him. To me the latest movie is number 6, as it is the 6th one to be released, but according to George Lucas it is episode 3, so do I tell Charlie that ROTS is Star Wars 3 or 6?

Then Charlie announced to me yesterday that Harry Potter 7 will come out in 2007. Which actually makes sense, as the first one came out in 1997. It would be appropriate for the last one to debut on the anniversary of the first one, right? Charlie, publishing genius.

You should hear him trying to pronounce Sorcerer too, it's kind of funny.

We were watching the PoA movie this weekend, and you know, maybe it's reading too many things on deleterius or something, but the more I watch the movie the more it annoys me. Especically the bit where Lupin basically says that he was alone and foresaken except for Lily. What about the fact that Sirius, James and Peter were his friends - the first friends he'd ever had. And as much as I love Buckbeak and want one of my own, the whole "Harry flying around the school" was way too long. And Ron is a complete twit in the movie, and Hermione is a complete Mary Sue.

Ahem...sorry. Rant got away from me there.

I'm quite looking forward to the Bewitched movie. It looks amusing and fun, which is what I look for in a movie. And Michael Caine is in it, and I heart him. Met him once, at a book-signing, where he was promoting his autobiography. And I like Nicole Kidman. Loved her in BMX Bandits.

So there.

Stupid Baby Sitter has just called me three times in a row, but I didn't answer because, hello? I'm at work, and since Charlie isn't with her I know it isn't because he's sick or something. And I don't want to talk to her until I talk to Jennifer. Am dreading this. Sigh.

Okay. Done now. Talk to you tomorrow!

Random stuff before I go

Charlie has a thing for lists. Don't know why, but lately he's been asking about things that have sequels - wanted to know what Harry Potter 4 was etc. Then he asked me about Star Wars, and you know, I got a bit confused as to what I should tell him. To me the latest movie is number 6, as it is the 6th one to be released, but according to George Lucas it is episode 3, so do I tell Charlie that ROTS is Star Wars 3 or 6?

Then Charlie announced to me yesterday that Harry Potter 7 will come out in 2007. Which actually makes sense, as the first one came out in 1997. It would be appropriate for the last one to debut on the anniversary of the first one, right? Charlie, publishing genius.

You should hear him trying to pronounce Sorcerer too, it's kind of funny.

We were watching the PoA movie this weekend, and you know, maybe it's reading too many things on deleterius or something, but the more I watch the movie the more it annoys me. Especically the bit where Lupin basically says that he was alone and foresaken except for Lily. What about the fact that Sirius, James and Peter were his friends - the first friends he'd ever had. And as much as I love Buckbeak and want one of my own, the whole "Harry flying around the school" was way too long. And Ron is a complete twit in the movie, and Hermione is a complete Mary Sue.

Ahem...sorry. Rant got away from me there.

I'm quite looking forward to the Bewitched movie. It looks amusing and fun, which is what I look for in a movie. And Michael Caine is in it, and I heart him. Met him once, at a book-signing, where he was promoting his autobiography. And I like Nicole Kidman. Loved her in BMX Bandits.

So there.

Stupid Baby Sitter has just called me three times in a row, but I didn't answer because, hello? I'm at work, and since Charlie isn't with her I know it isn't because he's sick or something. And I don't want to talk to her until I talk to Jennifer. Am dreading this. Sigh.

Okay. Done now. Talk to you tomorrow!