Today, I got on the V train at 2nd Ave and I sat in one of the three seaters near the doors. On the third seat next to me were two apples. They weren’t rotten. They weren’t half eaten. They were just two apples minding their own business.
For the entire 20 minute subway ride nobody dared to disturb those apples. Even though the train was packed.
When there’s a newspaper or some sort of trash on a seat, people just brush it to the floor. But what was it about these two apples that made people respectful? I guess people thought they were waiting for somebody. Or maybe at a certain point, they’d reach their stop and get off.
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