Tonight we grabbed the 1 train heading from Nevins stop in Brooklyn to a Green For Good party in Tribeca--tasteful, friendly and socially responsible types and not short on easy-on-the- eye-female kind. I was proud of myself for keeping my eyes in their sockets the entire evening.
En route to the fine party, a man on the train sat hunched forward. He emitted faint rank, and the lovely Maria and i automatically put some distance between us and him when choosing a seat. After we pulled into the next station, a man sat down between me and the homeless looking man and i had reason to look over now at him as he rocked easy, forward and backward in his pigpen-like cloud of stench. It was then that i noticed the crust on the back of his winter coat which resembled sourdough toast crumbs, however these crumbs weren't stationary--they were very slowly moving. I squinted to make sure my eyes weren't playing tricks on me. I cautioned to the clean and groomed business type-man who sat between us, "I think that guy has bugs on his back...but maybe I'm just seeing things." Then I turned my attention to Maria and she and I resumed our whatever-conversation. As the train pulled into the next station, the clean man stood up and changed seats as he confirmed my suspicion. Hours later, i still itch.
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