You know… Friday morning, I was on the train heading down to work. I usually end up in the front car of the train, mainly because that car tends to be less crowded as more and more people pack on the train (the reason being that the entrances to the station are usually in the middle of the platform, so people packing into trains tend to do so in the middle 4 cars).
As I was standing there listening to Opie and Anthony on my iPod, I noticed that the woman sitting in the seat at the front of the train was obsessing over her makeup. She was taking every single piece of kit out of her bag, examining it, and then checking the next one. On and on this went. We pulled into 180th Street, one of the major transfer points for my train to pick up the other. Usually it’s right about here that the train starts to crowd up because the train I’m on doesn’t stop again for about 11 stops.
On the train comes a guy. And I mean a big friggin’ guy. He had to be pushin’ about 400 lbs, and that’s probably conservative. He kinda waddled onto the train and managed to squeeze into a seat in a section of the train meant for three people but occupied by one. In other words, he was taking up two seats.
Out the corner of my eye, I notice the makeup freak pick her head up and crane her neck to see where he sat and makes that thoroughly annoyed face that people make when they’re disgusted by someone. I notice, after turning my head to look at her in disbelief that this bitch is sportin’ a full on mustache!
A mustache! A real, full-blown, filled-in, mustache!
Of course, I wanted to take my phone out and grab a picture, but I just couldn’t do it because the sound is not quiet, and the train was. If I had taken her mustached-zorro-looking picture, she would’ve known it. I decided I didn’t need that grief. But it did get me to thinking. Imagine being disgusted by someone who’s overweight, and being a mustached woman who obsesses over your makeup?
I guess as human beings we’re almost conditioned to be put off by the shortcomings of others. I understand that. But can you imagine being a woman with a mustache and being disgusted by someone because he’s overweight? I guess that woman should pull the 2 x 4 out of her eye before she offers to fix the splinters in others.
Ever know people like this? Or have you ever seen a situation like this?
I was caught off guard by it. I mean, if the person who was put off was like a hottie little boriqua from my neighborhood, I’d be a little less annoyed by it, but to be a weird freak of nature and be disgusted by someone for being overweight… I don’t know when I’ll get over this one…