I am coming to the conclusion that the crazy people in NY favour one train line over most others. The "F" line seems to attract them like moths to a flame.
Once again, in the wee hours of the morning, we were making our way home and we were treated to a very interesting sight.
Sitting in the train-car when we arrived was a rather masculine-looking woman. Whether this was a he-she or a transvestite or not, we never reached a definate conclusion. No matter, we got quite an amusing show, none the less. For the entire 45-minute ride, she sat across from us and had an argument with herself, verbalising both sides of the conversation:
"I want to go to Coney Island. Is this train going to Coney Island?"
"You can't go to Coney Island."
"But I wanna go to Coney Island."
"You don't have enough to go to Coney Island"
"I want to go to Coney Island."
We stopped at one of the stations and the dispatcher held the train there for some unknown reason.
"Sonny, you gotta get off this train"
"But I wanna go to Coney Island"
"You don't have enough to get to Coney Island"
Then twice she got up, left the train, came back and argued some more.
We eventually decided to walk from there, so we never did find out if she made it to Coney Island.
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