Like a rolling stone!

Last monday, around 2 in the afternoon I was sitting in a Manhattan bound F train and staring at the subway walls. Not trying to read the words of the prophets though. And I hear that the previous reference will be lost on students of Comp. Lit. in SUNY(courtesy Diviani). The duo should have written songs about Calcutta. Anyway, there I was sitting in a subway train and utterly bored. Then enter two African American women. They come and sit right on the seats on the other side of the aisle and start talking loudly. Now, I could have done without mentioning loudly. African American women talk a lot, and when they do they talk loudly. They don't perhaps know the art of whispering. They even scream a lot. When they are happy and not having sex and also when they are happy and having sex. And before you ask questions, my Italian roomie used to screw one such lady. What else they did, I do not know. But I could hear the moaning from two rooms away. Ohh, yes. The two women in the subway. Now, when I paid attention to them, they presented an interesting spectacle. They were quite peculiarly dressed. There was no question about the femininity of one, while the other quite looked like a man with breasts. But the US is a weird country. There are people with all kinds of gender here, some even unknown to imbeciles like me. Having such an enlightening reallization, I turned my head and resumed my staring at the walls. Suddenly something moved. And the next moment, the woman whose gender was quite perplexing, hit the floor of the train. And started rolling. She stopped at my feet and looked up at me. With the looks of a famished stray dog looking up at a tea-stall owner for a biscuit. I was even more perplexed. She was defnitely not a dog. A bitch, I wasn't sure. And I also had no biscuits with me. So I sat, looking back at her. She then got up on her knees and stumbled to her seat. Thus, relieving me of the shame of not offering her a biscuit or something similar. As I turned my head and fixed my gaze once again on the dark walls, I heard them bursting into fits of laughter and almost falling on the floor. Time and again. This went on for five minutes or so when my stop came and I sprang out with the agility of a drugged Ben Johnson. Before the doors closed, I looked at the woman who took my seat and prayed that she had some cookies to offer when the rolling lady came asking. Did I mention, the two of them were completely stoned? Rolling and stoned? Uh, I live in a mediocre world!