Thursday, July 27, 2006

Just About Glad . . .



It was late at night on the F, after the show and the drinks and the long wait for the train.

The woman sitting next to me, a slender blonde with a look-at-those-teeth smile and the kind of twinkling eyes that makes a person stare away and blush, was knitting a scarf. I pulled out my drawing pad and pens and got to work. Somewhere along the way a busker got on and started playing trumpet tunes to make the toe tap. I said to the knitter that we should dance and, although she agreed, we never did.

2 Comments:

Blogger Jonny said...

MIchael, that was me. I was in disguise and doing an experiement. Sure enough, slender blonds get all the subway attention. We should have danced.

8:35 AM  
Blogger Michael Arthur said...

Next time. Totally.

12:34 PM  

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