Subway stories

I was riding the 6 train downtown yesterday. It was crowded but I got a seat. There was a man standing in front of me reading the script for "Death of a Salesman". He was about 50, needed a shave, was perhaps 40lbs overweight, and unkempt in a defeated sort of way. As the train neared the 33rd St. station, the girl next to me got up and this guy went to sit down. The train lurched to a halt and unceremoniously deposited him into the seat. Once he uncrumpled himself, I looked over, and said to him, "You'll make the perfect Willie Lowman." We both laughed all the way to 14th St.