Subway Chronicles: #1

It’s raining. It shouldn’t rain before December. Bullshit, man.

Yesterday at Subway there was some sort of corky lunch outing going on. At first I figured it was standard faire, just the regulars from the street discussing Street Sheet sales and local scams. But as I eyed them, it appeared two of them were in charge, the two that looked like Social Workers.

I ordered the regular and sat in the third 2-person booth against the wall. Number one was occupied by an older black lady, dressed in a robe; two was occupied by a Chinese lady. I knew number one was going to be fun. She periodically stood up and walk around the place, gumming her 6” sandwich. The end of the sandwich – the gumming side – looked as if it were wet. During one sojourn, she came back with peppers in a small, sample-sized cup. She gave it to the Chinese lady. Were they together?

Unprovoked, number one said to number two: “Lay’s is a good thin chip. It’s easy to chew.” Spoken from an expert.

(Image: Cedar Alley, Tenderloin. Morning. 1/4/11)