Chronicles of New York

“At one point the doors opened, but no one got on or off. We were still far from where we needed to go. Looking back we probably should have made a run for it. You never know what’s going to happen. I mean clearly these girls were crazy,” Hugh said.

“Or they weren’t brought up well,” Emily said.

“Yeah, but you don’t get so messed from having bad parents. I mean what kind of parents could do that to a kid? And there were two of them. How do two of them get brought up the same way that would cause the same screwed up behavior?”

“Maybe they were sisters.” Shirley, Cheryl or Shelly said.

“I thought about that. But really who knows. And who really knows these girls’ limits? What I’m saying is that it’s like Fort Hood and all those other atrocities. You just never know when it’s going to happen. But maybe if stay alert and react quickly enough, you can avoid it. These girls were clearly out of control. They were giving us clear signals that we weren’t safe. And you know what we did? We just sat there. Just sat there,” Hugh said.

“And then I sneezed again.”

“Oh my god,” gasped Shirley, Cheryl or Shelly.

“And again the girls stopped singing and started the interrogation. ‘Who did that? Who shushed us? Was it you? Was it you?’” Emily said, now also taking on the exaggerated accent.

Hugh continued. “And then like a miracle from god, the doors opened. It was the girls’ stop. And as they stepped out of the car, they proudly hollered, ‘Bye motherfuckers!’

“And then the guy in the Burberry, obviously thinking he was safe now, yelled back ‘Bye, sluts!’ and started clapping, applauding that they were off the train. But the doors hadn’t closed yet. And then one of the girls–I’m not sure which, I never wanted to look up at them—one of the girls from the platform threw a nearly full cup of soda on him. It got on his head, his face, his jacket, everywhere. And then the door closed. And they were gone. The poor guy was soaked, and really pissed off. He kept muttering angrily as though the girls were still there to take it.”

“Oh wow, that must have been terrifying,” Shirley, Cheryl or Shelly said to Emily empathetically. “Are you ok? That sure would have shaken me up. I don’t know. I might’ve just gone straight home after that.”

“Yeah, it did really scare me. But I’m ok. Glad to be among friends.” Emily said.

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