meaghan2k:

peegeethirteen:

• deranged man pacing frantically on one side of Franklin, who then darted across when there was a break in traffic only to immediately cross back and shamble off in the opposite direction.
• old dude with feral demeanor momentarily accosting various people on the subway platform and shouting nonsense phrases such as, “Going up??”

The old dude reminded me of my favorite quote from Overheard in New York:

The subway doors open. A hobo enters, holding a bottle of windex in one hand and a tube of toothpaste in the other.

Hobo: Which is the better time to read Dostyevsky? Winter?
He sprays the windex.
Hobo: Or Spring?
He squeezes toothpaste out of the tube.
Japanese girl: Spring!
Hobo: You are correct.

Ha, that’s amazing! I’ll keep the amusing hobo story train rolling:

I board the C train and immediately smell something akin to bong water. I hear a group of male tweens hysterically laughing from the left and look that way as the doors close. Turns out the source of their amusement is a completely wacked out hobo furiously smoking joints. He inhales an entire J in maybe three drags, then pulls another out from a sandwich bag that is inexplicably and densely packed with them and lights up. Between that stop and the next, at most 3-4 minutes, he smokes at least a half dozen joints, and there I opt to switch cars. One of the strangest things I’ve seen.