Woman on cell phone: “Hi it’s me, I’m on the train… No, we’ll order pizza… No, I want pizza… No, pizza tonight… I want pizza… I don’t care… No… No… We’ll discuss this at home. Over pizza. Bye.”
Young Indian-American girl to father, on platform: “Daddy, I want a yellow shirt, and a yellow bag, and yellow hair.”
Indian father: “Ha ha ha. Yellow hair? Ha ha ha. That would look really bad.”
Man on cell phone: “Keith, it’s Dad. Are you there? Keith, please pick up. Keith, pick up the phone. If you’re still sleeping I’m going to be really mad. Keith? Keith! [loudly] Keith, wake up! WAKE UP. Wake up NOW. KEITH.[sighs] Well, give me a call when you get this. Love you, bye.”
Woman commuter to train friend: “I think I’m the only person in the world still on the Atkins diet.”
Friend: “You look great!”
Atkins woman: “Thanks. I know about 50 ways to cook eggs.”
Friend: “Wow. Like, how?”
Atkins woman: “Oh, omelette, fried, scrambled, frittata… I make this quiche, only instead of crust, I use sausage patties.”
Friend: “Wow. That’s really… resourceful.”
Regular commuter to fare-collecting conductor: “How ya doing today?”
Old, fat, townie conductor: “To be honest, my abs are killing me. I’ve been doing these crunches, and it just rips me open.”
