Riding the subway frequently, you get to see everything. I mean, weird people, rats, pigeons, all kind of activities that people do, etc. I never thought that one day, I was going to become part of the subway spectacles that I so often criticize, but it happened ...one Halloween day.
My cousin and I were invited to this Halloween party at night. Since that year Halloween fell on a weekday, and we both worked--it meant that we had to bring our costumes to work, then after work--go to the break-room and change into our costumes. and go by subway to the party.
No problem, right? Wrong! You see--she was going to be a 1950's prom queen, complete with tiara, hoop skirt with lots of ruffles, white gloves, etc., while I was going as Dracula, complete with makeup to turn my face a very sickly chalk-white, realistic looking fangs, black lipstick (with traces of red on the mouth corners), very long black fingernails, and the whole classic vampire outfit: black suit with a black cape with the high collar---and well... you get the picture.
So as soon as we could, we went to the break room and transformed ourselves from office drones, to a very odd-looking pair: a Prom Queen and her Vampire friend. I must say we looked darn good! Now the weather was perfect for this Halloween, it was cold and very foggy, you could barely see ahead of you, just the night to scare the daylights out of people.
So dressed in our costumes, we made our way to the subway. We didn't have to wait long for the train. As we got in-- we grabbed the seats next to the door. Now, this was the kind of train that didn't have individual seats but rather long benches on either side, so that there was always room for more people to try to sit. When we reached the next station, as the door opens--this very large woman sees an empty space next to me, and immediately begins the motions of trying to put her rather large posterior--- in a space that was frankly too small for it. I quickly figured that unless I spoke up-- this woman was going to sit on top of me.
So, in the most pleasant and polite voice I had, I said to her--excuse me! excuse me, miss! there's no space for you to sit here! Now-- she wasn't facing me, as I said before--she was maneuvering herself to sit down---when she heard me, she suddenly stopped and turned around--ready to fight with me--but the sight of my face--decrepit looking, the black lips, long black fingernails and to top it off--- this weird looking prom queen next to me--was too much for her--she let out a scream! And quickly moved to the opposite end of the subway car. Everyone else just laughed.
By the time we got to our stop, we had people taking pictures of us and asking us to pose with them. Needles to say we had a great time at the party.
