"Hold the fucking door, I just had leg surgery!"
A woman jumped through the closing doors of the F train, no limping, no crutches, and continued what appeared to be an ongoing phone conversation despite being underground.
"...On the F train. The fucking F train... (notices stroller across from her) ...Oh, I'm sorry, you have a child....Who am I with? My pussy, my ass, my nose, and my brother. Oh wait, and my mouth. All my holes."
I execute a sideways stare to investigate the new love of my life. She is a twenty-something woman in fatigues and fishnets, and while I am trying not to look at her, she is looking around at everyone else and we make eye contact. If she sensed my love/fear, she was not changed by it.
I don't believe in God, but I said a little prayer just in case. Please let this woman be going where I'm going. Let me know her better.
"I don't got a dick, you got a dick. And that shit ain't clean."
"That's not red wine, there's blood on my lip from fighting with my dog. You have nice teeth, ya bitch!"
Then she did a little dance and jumped out the train doors as they were closing at the next stop.
If I never see her again, God doesn't exist.