On the popular 7:30AM into the City.
I have frequently mentioned the Sadaam Hussein look alike. He’s here today. His henna colored, perfectly combed hair shimmers with a purple-brown sheen. Pressed navy blue suit, striped shirt, dark blue tie with a metallic lighter blue paisley print. I can’t see his shoes, but I bet they are mirror-shined.
He has no hair on his chin, but Saddam has a perfect, full, trimmed mustache that fills the space under his nose and spans, perfectly, the length of his mouth from tip to tip. It is trimmed at a thirty degree angle from the inside edge of each nostril to the tip of the mouth, creating a beautiful perfect trapezoid that provides the man with his obvious leadership mojo. Add the CHiPs sunglasses and one can’t help but see a man who exudes “despotic wannabe”.
In fact, as the passengers from the very very nice town (before traveling express into the City) boarded, a mousy Mrs. Landingham like woman, who is evidently a nurse or a practitioner, was about to sit down. When she looked over to see who her bench-partner was, she stepped back for a second and asked politely if the seat was taken, in deference to the gentleman’s obvious station. To show her respect for his personal space, the large but mostly empty carpet bag purse she carries has been strategically placed between the plastic and structural steel handle of the bench and her right hip.
Our bald Ben Kingsley-Bradley Cooper amalgam is back, sitting in the other jump seat. Blue sneakers with a gray zigzag, day-glo orange shoelaces and a neon green sole cover the man’s feet. Faded blue jeans and a gray shorts sleeve top. He is reading a hard cover book. I presume it is the next installment of the popular science-fiction novel that everyone is talking about. I’m still a little taken aback by the sneakers. Too gaudy, even for me.
Also here are Ryan Gosling, JJ Abrams, John McEnroe, Jon Favreau, and Betty Davis. All are armed.
Happy Monday. Safe Travels.