Best of Gasp!: Evil Greeted Me on the Subway

(This entry originally appeared on 3/9/2004)

I jammed my finger over the weekend. Didn’t complain much about it today, though it hurts to type. My hand is swollen, so I won’t be long. Besides, the Charlie’s Angel’s movie is on and I have to break out my Farrah mug. That’s right. I have a Farrah Fawcett mug from the 1970’s. I got it for 25 cents at a church garage sale down South. Obviously those people don’t know hip from a leg.

Evil stared at me on the subway this morning. I spent most of the ride meditating, praying and doing everything but a rain dance. I jumped on the N train at Canal Street and a man stared at me. As soon as he caught my eye, my heart jumped out of chest. I gasped. There was nothing unusual about this guy. He was in his 20s and had a backpack over his shoulder. He kept staring at me. The doors shut. If I could’ve gotten out, I would’ve but it just wasn’t possible. I wondered if he was going to do something horrible to all of us. The thing, he wasn’t crazy. It was clear that he was evil. But again, I couldn’t tell you how I knew that.

I vowed that I would get off the subway at 14th Street if he didn’t. Fortunately, he did.

Considering the amount of people I see on the subway and streets each day, it’s a wonder I haven’t run into more evil people. Again, there was nothing unusual about this guy, other than my gut visceral reaction. I hope I never run into him again.

Comments

[Michael]

Evil Greeted Me On A Subway... brilliant title for your next play

:)