Metropolitan Diary — Zzzubway

Dear Diary:

A few weeks ago, I was on the subway from Manhattan to Brooklyn and opposite me there was a middle-aged woman dead asleep. It was only 4:00 pm and it seemed that the subway had rocked her back and forth like a baby. She had a few bags in her hands that were closer to falling with every stop of the train. At Canal Street one of the bags fell over and everything spilled out onto the sticky floor.

Boxes of mac and cheese and packets of ramen were all around her feet. 25 minutes later, the woman opened her eyes confused, looked at the boxes on the ground, and closed her eyes again. She was too busy to worry about it.

Only when she had to get off the train did she put the boxes back inside the bag.

She’s got her priorities straight.