On the 7:20AM. Crowded train. Rear quiet car.
The lanky professor is back. A mix of Jeff Goldblum, Jesus, and Conan O’Brien. Tall. Big hair. Ponytail. Goatee. The professor is dressed in a long overcoat/jacket, white shirt, tie, black slacks and black shoes. He is reading a large novel.
He is juxtaposed by a regular commuter, sitting in the seat just before him. Buttery blonde hair cut like a FLOTUS Hillary Clinton circa 1993. A curvy figure in a black one piece knee-length dress. I presume the dress is sleeveless, but it is complimented by a pink cardigan sweater. A dark pink purse completes this picture of suburban working woman.
I picture her as a Bryn Mawr or Brown graduate who became an accountant and now works for a law firm or one of the “Big Four” for steady income, while her partner (for who am I to presume her preference?) is a lawyer in her own right, working out of the home office.
OK. I have to add this. There is a fellow with huge headphones on. This is not something special, but he is also tapping away with his index fingers on his iTabletron device, which is resting on a beat-up attache case of a style that was popular during the Reagan Administration. The loud plaid shirt sleeve shirt and general scruffiness evokes an image of an upstart FM DJ who’s pirating bandwidth and broadcasting George Carlin’s back catalog as a middle finger to the FCC.
Also here are an albino zebra, Saddam Hussein’s body double, Lindsay Lohan, Bob Edwards, and 50 Cent. All are armed.
Happy Wednesday. Safe travels.