crazies on the train

we call this one "the phantom of the subway."



kind of hard to get a good pic of her because she runs like the wind. i grabbed my phone as soon as i saw her go by tonight, even though i was weighed down by a 40 lb. laptop bag, and snapped that one.

b and i see this woman almost every morning on the train [depending how early or late we are running...she's always on the 8:10 train, without fail. we are not]. she wears ALL BLACK. black shoes, black pants, black trenchcoat, black sunglasses (even inside the subway -- which is underground, so there is no sun), a black hat, and my favorite: black gloves.

every. day.

even when it is 95 degrees outside, she feels the need to be fully clothed. in black. i especially love the gloves. i hate germs probably more than the next person and have mastered the art of subway surfing, where i ride standing up but keep my balance enough to avoid touching any handrails. maybe i'm missing my calling -- i should wear GLOVES! then i can touch every single disgusting surface out there!

she also tears through the train and subway stations like she is late for something...but i have personally seen her cross hill street and stop right in front of a bus station to wait who knows how long for a bus. she waits a lot.

i keep a pretty tight clip myself, trying to stay ahead of the pack of bumbling slow-walkers, but she always rushes by us. b and i give each other the look and whisper "the phantom!" and then we smile and walk to work.