this morning #1913.

this morning, while i was waiting for the subway to arrive, fully immersed in one of my true crime podcasts, an old woman suddenly appeared in front of me. right in the middle of a big reveal. she looked me straight in the eyes & started saying something so i paused the podcast & took off my headphones. “hello, ma’am.” i tried forcing a smile. “which way is this train going?” i had to think about it for a second. its direction was sort of northeast. “north, i guess. where are you headed?” “to my doctor’s office on 77th street.” “north or south?” she started to answer but stopped. a few seconds passed. maybe i’d broken her brain. “oh no. i don’t know. does it matter?” i held back a laugh. pulled out my phone. the questions began.