fewd

Campbell's chicken noodle soup is thoroughly dissatisfying tonight. i don't understand why anyone would think it's some sort of magical remedy for any kind of sickness. that said--recent food intake has been more out of necessity and less enjoyable when trying to save money and ration food. i'm writing all of this right now and yet in the back of my mind i know i should be doing my script analysis but i ridiculously talk myself out of it or avoid the topic altogether. i swear, when i'm grueling over a script for 4 hours it's like pulling teeth even though i have absolutely no idea on earth what that's like. so...bad comparison.

today i got onto the A train and somebody was eating mexican. it was horrible. the smell just filled up the whole car and smelled like a pack of businessmen who take their clients to el chico restaurante and forget to bring those free packs of beano that everyone has in their medicine cabinets JUST IN CASE. well if beano could be turned into an aerosol spray with a slightly lilac-y, clean laundry finish--this woman needed it. i was sitting on a bench about 8 feet from where this 50 year old woman was chowing down and i swear i had to put my scarf over my nose so my brain wouldn't be overwhelmed by the fact that my senses were going haywire and about to revolt from this flatulent smell. yes--it did smell worse than panera's broccoli cheese soup left in a hot dodge stratus for 2 days. today, God was laughing at me because when i could stand the smell no longer, the woman gets up with her styrofoam box of cheezy beans and sits next to me.
it still escapes me why she chose to do this.
i didn't see anyone dare try to steal her feast nor did i spot any shadesters aboard the car. i mean, was this lady lonely? was her food really that good? why was she drinking a bottle of hawaiian punch with it. that had to taste bad. and why, oh why did i have to have an awkward moment with this woman? yes. i did; because at the canal street stop a group of kids get on the car and start break-dancing. and it's great. i momentarily forget that i'm sitting next to a giant refried bean. that's how great their dancing was. then the woman turns to me, takes a swig of the hawaiian punch and asks me a question. twice. i know it was a question because her voice went 'quesTION'. and i awkwardly paused. then chose one of two answers 'yes' or 'no'. the safest answers. short. no follow up. highly new yorker answers. i muttered a quick 'yes,' thanked God that the train had finally reached my stop and bolted out the subway doors and breathed a deep breath of lovely, musty new york subway station air into my lungs.