Day 330: Bag lady

If equality
Means I stand on the subway
Bring back sexism

First off, I'm obviously kidding. I hate sexism.

But when I'm coming home from work with two bags of groceries, gym bag, lunch bag, and laptop/work bag, all I want is for one of the (blissfully unencumbered) gents who are studiously avoiding my gaze to offer me a seat on the subway. Guess how often that happens?

This is not a "purse" town. When you commute by public transportation you use your bag the way other people use their cars. Your personal and professional lives have to fit in there -- laptop, power cord, day planner, phone, water bottle, wallet, check book, lip gloss, comb, pens, assorted work papers, work shoes. A dinky little purse isn't going to cut it.

Day 329: Stinkbomb

On a crowded train
A salami sandwich is
A potent weapon

Day 328: Eine Kleine Trainmusik

A tall man with dreads
Coaxes music from a flute
Low and silvery