Monica Bielanko
A chronicle since 2005 of my marriage & move to Brooklyn in my twenties; becoming a mother in my thirties; moving to Pennsylvania and learning to amicably coparent after divorce in my forties while living 3 doors down from my ex-husband in a small country town.
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Monday
Jan222007

Overheard On The Subway

L TRAIN. BROOKLYN TO MANHATTAN

MAN: I just want to do something important with my life, you know?
SECOND MAN: Yeah?
MAN: Like, I want to to show clueless people how to dress. Like, a personal stylist or something? I mean, our clothes? Are EVERYTHING! They're our personality, our voice, they speak for us!

1 UPTOWN. 14TH STREET TO LINCOLN CENTER

MAN: So like, my landlord was bitchin' at me and shit and all I could look at was this big fucking hair shooting outta the mole on her chin!
SECOND MAN: Shit. That ain't nothin'. At my work? This girl, she be havin' RAZOR BURN on her neck.. BAD razor burn!
MAN: Hey man, at least she's buyin a Mach 7 and gettin' that shit handled.
SECOND MAN: (nodding thoughtfully) True. Very true.

1 DOWNTOWN. LINCOLN CENTER TO 14TH STREET.
WOMAN: OUCH!
MAN: (ignores woman)
WOMAN: Hey! Watch your fucking umbrella! Last time some guy got that far up my ass he bought me dinner first.
MAN: Fuck you!
WOMAN: Asshole!