I was riding the subway today from Yonge and Eligible to Union, and noticed a fair number of good looking young people on the platform with me. Some hipster, some just eccentric looking, all of them looking pretty cool and friendly.
Didn't think much of it, what's a dozen good looking people? I just figured they were friends or a group or something and that was as far as it went mentally. I won't play innocent, the girls short shorts and gorgeous legs caught my eye (I love this city) but again I didn't think too much of it.
It wasn't long that I was on the train that I noticed one of the cats was dancing in the isle of the sub car, rocking out to his Ipod, seemingly oblivious of the looks he was getting but dancing none the less. An middle aged guy beside me made a loud noise that took my attention momentarily and with a dip of my head I was back with Roland and his Ka-tet as they approached Blaine's cradle.
Falling in and out of my novel is something I'm quite used to.
When I bounced back in reality I noticed the cat with the fro wasn't the only one who was having their own personal dance party, a VERY cool chill looking girl was doing ballet. At opposite ends of the sub car I didn't think they were with one another, but in hindsight I should have known.
One by one my sub car stood and started dancing. Turned out to be almost 80% of the riders were in on it, each with an Ipod or MP3 player, each in their own world of music that was inaudible to everyone else.
Looking behind me I saw the car behind me was also full of dancers, I have to say it was pretty cool sight. I watched silently, smiling to myself and to the dancers when I managed to catch their eye.
Once we reached Bloor I heard an audio announcement informing my fellow TTC riders that unless this "jumping" stopped the train would not continue and that they would clear the trains if need be.
Talk about your ultimate kill joys right?
Out danced the dancers, in walked the new riders, and on went the train.
One lady beside me made some bitter comment to the effect of "at least someone came to their senses" , suffice to say I thought this lady needed to take a very large stick out of her ass.
Just like that the event had come and gone, my fellow riders who joined just a stop later had no idea what had taken place, it likely won't be documented in the paper, so I thought I'd capture the memory before it leaves my consciousness.
Wish I'd taken video... I hope to see it again.
Thanks for reading Faithful Few
Tower followers, Blaines slo-trans engines are running full tilt, onto Wizards and Glass.
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I love those few are far between moments. I hope you do hold on to that memory- It will make you smile for a long time to come.
ReplyDeleteI've had similar experiences with public transportation dancing(although not quite as elaborate as yours), and have recently become a PTD myself. I've realized that dancing makes me very happy, especially if I see one other person joining in on their own song, or that smile that means you just left an imprint on someone' day- even if it's just long enough for them to be distracted by other things.
I think that the earphone/ipod generation that's going on brings a whole new meaning to "everyone dances to the beat of their own drum" (alright, so it's a literal meaning but hey.)