Thursday, April 30, 2009

Blurb: Guy on Metro

On the metro I sat next to a guy in a dark suit and a top hat. He had a black briefcase on his lap that looked like it came out of the early 1900s or something. Out of the corner of my eye I could see that really the whole outfit looked like he’d just walked off the boat at Ellis Island, back in the day when many people walked off boats there. Something smelled strongly of flowers and it came from him I think. The smell was very strong, like he’d just taken a shower in his mother’s perfume, or his girlfriend’s perfume. He started looking for something in his briefcase, and I was wondering if maybe the whole thing was filled with rose petals. I thought of him opening his bag and the rose petals pouring out of it, onto the seat and my thighs and the floor and my feet. I felt good next to this guy, like I was in a very sweet time warp. Like I was on a ship coming from Eastern Europe at the beginning of the 20th century, but instead of the air smelling like seawater and piss, it smelled like this guy who showered in rose petals.


Anonymous said...

Your post reminded me of a recent metro experience of my own - sitting next to a woman with a duffle bag filled with men's briefs. A briefcase! A wave of self-satisfaction overcame me after the spot creation of such a clever description, which was quickly overtaken by a tsunami consisting of the seawater/piss hybrid stench you aptly described. She bid me farewell with an anachronistic "cheerio," and I left her presence in a contemporary half-run.

Steve Hopkins said...

Wow - so well written. I can feel his presence through your words. Thanks for sharing.