What do you do when you see it go down on the Subway … ?
So I was riding home the other night on the F train. By myself. A little tipsy. Lookin hot. And a crazy person sat down beside me as they are wont to do late-ish at night on the subway.
This person then proceeded to take out two small needles and get down to business. (I couldn’t tell if it was a he or she at first) With the strangest man-hands I’ve ever seen, sporting nails that look more like acorn shells than nails and fingers that must have been smashed repeatedly in order to make them shorter, she attempted to cap those two needles with little orange tops. Due to the jostling of the train (how dare it), she only capped one.
That capped needle went into a fountain pop cup where more were presumably lurking … but as we were all staring at her by this time, she smashed the lid back on the cup and took a sip from the straw. Uh, eew. And uh, you’re not foolin’ anyone.
Then for the uncapped needle, she rifled through a few little baggies with apparent difficulty. She managed to get it open and pour the white powder onto a small piece of paper. She tapped the powder into the needle and discarded the paper on the floor. - I will never pick anything up from the floor of a subway car again. (Ok, I probably will if I drop something, but I will be properly disgusted next time I do it.)
I WAS INCREDIBLY UNCOMFORTABLE BEING LESS THAN A FOOT AWAY FROM HER. Since her back was kind of to me, I felt no problems in staring at the process freely. However desperately I wanted to say something, she freaked the fuck out of me so I couldn’t. I was also watching the show with a sick curiosity, so I couldn’t get up and move/leave either. Ugh.
After the needle was filled, there was a separation in the tube between the bright white powder and a liquid the color of plasma (I don’t think it was plasma). This woman, who I’ve by now discovered didn’t have any teeth, then flicked the needle repeatedly and vigorously. “14th St next …” was announced by the conductor over the loudspeakers and she got all upset and said to no one in particular, “I don’t know what his problem is. It’s not like it’s going in his arm … mumble mumble grumble.”
At that point I resolved not to fuck with her. Not that I would’ve. But seriously. WHAT DO YOU DO IN THOSE SITUATIONS??
(She got out at the next stop and all of us in that area of the car audibly gave sighs of relief and raised our eyebrows at each other. No one said a word.)
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