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...this morning. Or rather, I didn't meet him/her. I'm not sure it was a him or her or a hir. In any case, this stranger was sitting on the N train, wrapped from head to toe in a black plastic garbage bag. At first, I wasn't sure if there really was a person in there or not, as there was another black plastic garbage bag on the floor of the train next to the "seated" bag. But as the train began to move, the seated bag shifted in a wholly person-like manner. Ladies and Gentlemen, I was Freaked Out. Who knows what was under there? Cthulu? Richard Simmons? This mystery is never to be solved, as I switched cars at the next stop. The amazing thing was, this being New York, everyone else on the train was completely blase about the whole thing, with people even sitting next to black plastic bag person. There are just some things too strange for me to deal with before 8 am. |
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