Marxist
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Fact 1: After ignoring my sister's dog all week while she is out of town I'm forced to drive 15 miles out of my way this morning to finally check on the mut. This means I have to catch the train on the bad side of town.
Fact 2: After a long day of work, I get on the wrong train headed back in that unfamiliar direction. I realize this after one stop and immediately get off to catch the next train in the half-lit station.
Fact 3: A tall thin mocha Essence magazine-looking young woman is standing alone on the platform. No older than 28 and dressed in black Ann Taylor gear (I saw the tag from the sweater she was carrying). She's eating a Mrs. Fields cupcake thing with lots of sprinkles and sugar.
Fact 4: We're almost alone on the platform and she giggles. Obviously she knows I was on the wrong train and headed to Bankhead (think Compton minus the sun minus the rappers minus hope).
Fact 5: I ask her if she's laughing at me. She says no. I tell her that she's got icing on her face. She wipes nervously at her cute nose. There's nothing there but it's funny to see a total stranger fall for a third grade trick.
Fact 6: The train arrives and it's packed so we both have to stand. She's smiling and looking away. A tiny dark brown girl is selling candy out of plastic box for some club so that she can be named "Nubian Princess" or something like that. I buy my new friend a $1 Snicker bar that should've cost a quarter. She grins like I've handed her gold.
Fact 7: The train loses a few passengers at the next stop and there's room for us to sit down. I ask her name. She says "Michelle."
Fact 8: I learn in 3 stops that: Michelle is originally from Arizona, that her father is dying of a lung ailment in Phoenix, and her scarf is a Nicole Miller ripoff she bought in NY last summer.
Fact 9: We both ride to the last stop (as do most of the people on the train) and get off. As we walk down the stairs from the platform I ask her if she works downtown. She says no, that today she was on a job interview and she rarely goes that way.
Fact 10: As I'm about to part ways with my future wife I stop and finally introduce myself. I give her my card and tell her that if she gets the job to look me up for lunch sometime. She says sure and that her name is Michelle. I tell her I heard her the first time. She smiles and walks away.
Questions: Will she call? What is the role of serendipity in everyday life? Is my story true?
My girlfriend thinks that the above is the dream of a man that fell asleep on the train and that I'm trying to make her jealous.
Fact 2: After a long day of work, I get on the wrong train headed back in that unfamiliar direction. I realize this after one stop and immediately get off to catch the next train in the half-lit station.
Fact 3: A tall thin mocha Essence magazine-looking young woman is standing alone on the platform. No older than 28 and dressed in black Ann Taylor gear (I saw the tag from the sweater she was carrying). She's eating a Mrs. Fields cupcake thing with lots of sprinkles and sugar.
Fact 4: We're almost alone on the platform and she giggles. Obviously she knows I was on the wrong train and headed to Bankhead (think Compton minus the sun minus the rappers minus hope).
Fact 5: I ask her if she's laughing at me. She says no. I tell her that she's got icing on her face. She wipes nervously at her cute nose. There's nothing there but it's funny to see a total stranger fall for a third grade trick.
Fact 6: The train arrives and it's packed so we both have to stand. She's smiling and looking away. A tiny dark brown girl is selling candy out of plastic box for some club so that she can be named "Nubian Princess" or something like that. I buy my new friend a $1 Snicker bar that should've cost a quarter. She grins like I've handed her gold.
Fact 7: The train loses a few passengers at the next stop and there's room for us to sit down. I ask her name. She says "Michelle."
Fact 8: I learn in 3 stops that: Michelle is originally from Arizona, that her father is dying of a lung ailment in Phoenix, and her scarf is a Nicole Miller ripoff she bought in NY last summer.
Fact 9: We both ride to the last stop (as do most of the people on the train) and get off. As we walk down the stairs from the platform I ask her if she works downtown. She says no, that today she was on a job interview and she rarely goes that way.
Fact 10: As I'm about to part ways with my future wife I stop and finally introduce myself. I give her my card and tell her that if she gets the job to look me up for lunch sometime. She says sure and that her name is Michelle. I tell her I heard her the first time. She smiles and walks away.
Questions: Will she call? What is the role of serendipity in everyday life? Is my story true?
My girlfriend thinks that the above is the dream of a man that fell asleep on the train and that I'm trying to make her jealous.
