Interesting hint of drama on the 6:10 last night (a train so full that I had to stand with my back to the door in the back row, as the standing room only vestibule spots were cheek to cheek).
The conductor came around near Harlem. A young man looked at him with large, baleful eyes. He was around 20, with an inch-high afro and scrubbly facial hair, and looked like Dukie from The Wire (below).
He proceeded to stammer.
“I…l-l-l-l-lost my wallet…and it…had my train pass…and I bought a gift for my mother…”
At this point he procured a silver Dolce & Gabbana box that looked like it held a watch.
“A-a-a-and I only have three dollars,” he said, barely louder than a whisper.
The conductor looked like the kid had barfed on his train belt buckle.
“Gimme the three dollars,” said the conductor. “I’ll bill you.”
His fingers protruding from gloves with the tips cut off, the kid pulled three wrinkly bills from his pocket as the conductor ripped off a ticket.
“How are you going to bill me?”
“I’ll come back,” said the conductor.
Twenty minutes later, the train shuffled into White Plains. The kid scooted off without being “billed”.
If your dog ate your train ticket you might need to bring it to the vet.
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