Talk about me!

I’m on the F train heading into the city while everyone else is heading home during rush hour. I’m reading my book when a middle ages black man wearing a a dark blue jacket with the name “Yankees” scribed on the back. He enters the car between trains and announces his presence with, “Talk about me! Whoooa!” He also has his index finger in his nose. He stays on one end of the car for a minute or two and slowly walks down the train saying loudly, with, “Talk about me! Whoooa!”

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~ by thedailycommuter on Friday, November 5, 2010.

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