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13 April 2009 @ 09:25 am
mind reading on thin ice  
This guy sits down next to me on the subway this morning, dressed in a suit and reeking of cigarette smoke. And he starts talking, just above a mumble, rattling on about about anything that comes into his head. Once I worked out that he definitely wasn't talking to me and that he didn't have any obvious electronics or bluetooth gizmos, I just sat back, pretending to read my book and enjoyed. It was sort of like having telepathy except that the guy on his other side kept trying to make eye contact with me so that we could share an eye roll at our shared morning craziness.

For the first few minutes, he was just rambling on about hockey. "What's the point of a hockey game if your stuck on a subway train? You can't watch hockey on a train. You're not at the game. You're not even there." And so on and so on. I'm adding punctuation, although there weren't really any meaningful pauses between words. Then these two young women came into his field of vision and he started talking about them like he was narrating a novel, fortunately quietly enough that they couldn't hear him over their own conversation. "Two girls, both with stacks. I know one of them. She used to be in the Ice Capades. She was good. Real good. Skates and everything." Then he seemed to be listing the names of a bunch of people she skated with, none of which stuck with me.

Of course, neither of the women in question were old enough to have been in the Ice Capades, but I was curious what it was about them that set him off on that particular rant (a Dorothy Hamil bob? skater's ankles?) when I realized that both of his tirades involved ice skating. Maybe he had a head injury while skating or an evil step-father that menaced him with rusty skate blade....

 
 
Listening to: Morcheeba - "Women Lose Weight"
 
 
 
CoffeeManseileurt on April 13th, 2009 03:12 pm (UTC)
That kinda sounds like someone who is in a bout of Mania. And not the yearly wrestling kind. A friend of a friend was telling me aboot an episode he had once and he had said that it was difficult to describe visual patterns as they were. He would look ahead and say 'Brown, green, brown, green, blue' when he was describing the soil, grass, tree trunk, leaves and sky.
Diary of an Ass Monkey: amd: green grassassmonkeydiary on April 13th, 2009 09:36 pm (UTC)
Wow. That sounds beautiful and terrifying.
Pallaspallasathene8 on April 13th, 2009 03:19 pm (UTC)
Maybe HE used to be in the Icecapades and got laid off due to the current recession and it has driven him to madness?
Diary of an Ass Monkey: amd: joslin zoomassmonkeydiary on April 13th, 2009 09:46 pm (UTC)
I think the Capades closed down a decade or two ago. Of course, that doesn't mean he didn't believe he was still working for them.
Pallaspallasathene8 on April 13th, 2009 10:41 pm (UTC)
Ooops, I clearly haven't been keeping up with the Ice Capades.
Diary of an Ass Monkey: library: Esquire (skaters)assmonkeydiary on April 14th, 2009 03:11 am (UTC)
It makes me wonder how you fill your hours....
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Diary of an Ass Monkey: amd: devilish tantrumassmonkeydiary on April 13th, 2009 09:44 pm (UTC)
This is probably the wrong time to mention that I felt a sort of kinship with him.
JuhnDonn: frank-liberty meadows.gilmoure on April 14th, 2009 02:38 am (UTC)
Did he say Patti Hackbarth? Only person I know who skated in the ice capades.
Diary of an Ass Monkey: amd: Luke Cheuh & Teresa MTZassmonkeydiary on April 14th, 2009 03:06 am (UTC)
I know it's just the power of suggestion, but I'm totally convinced that was one of the names!
JuhnDonngilmoure on April 15th, 2009 01:17 am (UTC)
Her Mom taught me to read in 2-3 grade. Pattie was in 5th grade then. By the time I got to middle school, her Mom (my Mom taught at same school) told me she was skating in Ice Capades. Woulda' been around '78-'79.