How Do You Distinguish?

Read a book, saw a play, in this case, about the traffic in young girls for the sex trade, by unscrupulous men. In the past have noticed the infrequent street walker but demographics change when it’s summer in the City: lots of tourists, and lots of folk away. The first couple that brought the question to mind was seen two days ago at this entrance/exit to the subway that now has been identified in my mind as possibly sketchy. He, not tall, very fit – trim to a remarkable degree- was leading her tall, thin, 20’s or 30’s?, with a cane and in passing perhaps somewhat disoriented. What caught my eye was the lack of compassion on his face. Then last night, boarding after me on the subway at another station. She was foreign, giddy not a great physical specimen, not noticeably well-dressed, perhaps 20’s. He was better dressed, great voice, and completely solicitous to her conversation and her chatter, because that’s what she was doing, chattering. She gave off the energy that she was enthralled with him; somewhat as if she was unable to believe her luck in being with such a divine creature. His eyes when we exchanged glances, were more receptive.  Where these just random dates? Need I question the coupling of the handsome male with the lesser female? I see it frequently in older couples, why the suspicion around younger ones? In both cases they were from different races and/or ethnic backgrounds.
Just a thought

The T-shirt Read:

‘I have the body of a god’.  Thought to myself, that’s a bold statement given you, male sojourner, look as if you might be 8 months pregnant.  And then I look at the picture spread across the expanse.  Buddha!!

On My Way…

…to seeing it all. On the subway, I have witnessed, hair combing, mascara brushing, lipstick applications, all of which I found understandable. The stuff you do in the rear view mirror of your car- if you had one. But today it was deodorant spraying. He was wearing a nice ‘wife-beater’ so he had easy access. At first glance I didn’t believe it, but as I stood to exit at the next stop, the scent began to waft through the car. Now I wait for teeth brushing and shaving – either legs or face!!

What Can I Say?

The uptown directed bus couldn’t pull forward to the bus stop, or get near to the curb. There was a money/bank truck parked in the space. So the driver stopped a few yards premature and out in traffic. As I exited out the back, I heard a rather strange sound and following the sound, saw a middle-aged lady step off the curb, dragging her suitcase behind her. It was making an exceptional amount of noise. I took a better look at the bottom of the luggage. The two wheels normally on the “back side” were straight up in the air, on the “front” and she was dragging her case on the two plastic foot stands.