A little culture on the train
Sometimes culture appears in the most unexpected places.
Last night on my way home from work, I got on the Red Line train to Shady Grove as I am often wont to do. As soon as the train started moving, the odorific homeless guy standing in the opposite doorway began to sing:
I wasn't sure he was singing what I *thought* he was singing. But then he went on.
And then the big finish:
I tried to bury my face in my magazine, because I didn't want him to see me failing to stop giggling. It was hilarious. It was actually so funny that I moved to the next train car at Dupont Circle because I thought I would burst out laughing any second.
As I was switching cars he followed up with:
He wasn't Frankie Valli, but he was in tune. You can't really ask for more than that.
Last night on my way home from work, I got on the Red Line train to Shady Grove as I am often wont to do. As soon as the train started moving, the odorific homeless guy standing in the opposite doorway began to sing:
"I got chills! They're multiplying!"
I wasn't sure he was singing what I *thought* he was singing. But then he went on.
"And I'm looooosing control! From the pow-er...you're supplying."
And then the big finish:
"IT'S ELECTRIFYING!!!!"
I tried to bury my face in my magazine, because I didn't want him to see me failing to stop giggling. It was hilarious. It was actually so funny that I moved to the next train car at Dupont Circle because I thought I would burst out laughing any second.
As I was switching cars he followed up with:
"We take the pressure and we throw away....conventionality belongs to yesterday...."
He wasn't Frankie Valli, but he was in tune. You can't really ask for more than that.
1 Comments:
You seem to have very good experiences on and around the Metro (trumpet guy, Grease fan guy)... what is your secret?
By Merujo, at 8/13/2008 11:36 PM
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