So I still don’t own my own turntable but now you all know the first record I’m going to play on it. Ghostbusters original soundtrack on vinyl for the 30th anniversary! Also just reminded me of how strangely attracted I’ve always been to Mick Smiley’s voice in the later half of “Magic” that was used in the film.
So as everyone who saw me yesterday can attest to, I could not stop shimmying all day regardless of what I was supposed to be doing. I realized just now that it’s going to Dunkin Donuts that starts my shoulders going for the whole day - it happened yesterday and it started again just now because I caught myself unknowingly dancing in line to Bell Biv DeVoe’s “Poison” playing on the DD radio. (Followed by a shimmy of happiness for coconut iced coffee because I’m not ready for pumpkin yet).
When Being a Conscientious Creeper Benefits Someone Else:
When I was walking to Penn tonight I saw a young guy ahead of me with interesting hair say goodbye to his friend on the street and start for Penn Station too. I saw him stop and ask a guy near the entrance about where he could find the A train.
I listened as the guy gave him directions that weren’t 100% easy to comprehend. As I passed him I saw he was walking in the same (right direction) of the A train so I didn’t say anything. He had longer legs than me and moved in front of me and out of sight.
I assumed he had found his subway but lo and behold, 2 minutes later I saw him wandering in the opposite direction, clearly lost.
Getting up in his confused airspace I waved weirdly to get his attention and blurted out, “The A train is that way” [I pointed]. “You’re looking for the A train right?”
He snapped out of his confusion and slight surprise at which point I confessed, “I overheard you asking.” He was so relieved to not be lost any longer that he thanked me and as I saw the gears turning in his head to make the connection that only a creeper would have kept an eye on a stranger to know about his predicament I bee lined it out of there before he could ask me how I knew.
Downside of being a conscientious creeper: when you look over at what album cover is lighting up your fellow commuter’s phone as she listens to her pandora because your pop culture senses (akin to spidey senses) instinctively know it’s something glorious from the 90s and as you realize it’s the “Drive Me Crazy” Soundtrack you have to physically stop yourself from blurting out “I LOVE THAT MOVIE! Back when Vinny Chase was just Chase! Are you listening to Britney Spears or the Donnas?!” because doing so would let her know you were creeping.
Here’s a brief glance at how my mind works:
Waiting in the aisle to get off the train at Jamaica a lady turned around and this was my inner dialogue, spoken internally not in my own voice but like one of Carrie Bradshaw’s summation voiceovers:
"…and sometimes you just might get lucky enough to find someone whose candid facial expression says all the things your heart (and funny bone) needed to hear."
Here’s a pic close to what she emoted.
On a decently packed LIRR train waiting to change to Jamaica. Girl sharing the 3 seater next to me decided to eat a snack. This is completely fine except when she finished she promptly threw her crumpled napkin down square on my lap. And let it sit there. And I was so curious how long this would remain this way that I just sat and waited until she finally remembered and grabbed it.
The girl behind me is giving very explicit instructions over the phone to someone who is taping “So You Think You Can Dance” for her. She is nervous because it’s the finale.
I love you and your random slices of humanity, LIRR.
Here are the amazing things that happened in the last minute:
1. Found a re-run of Blossom on TV.
2. David Schwimmer is guest starring in this episode as Six’s older, married, ex-con, mechanic boyfriend named Sonny.
3. Sonny says things like “sayonara, mon cherie.”
4. I tried texting this information and found my auto correct refuses to spell “Schwimmer” having decided I must be trying to spell “ache inner” instead.
The creeper in me wants to start a photo series where I take candid pics of strangers taking selfies inspired by the girl I just watched stop on a street corner to give some fierce duck face to her upheld phone. Does a tumblr already exist where someone’s done that?