Jan. 21, 2009, 9:43 a.m.
Q Train – 7th Avenue to Times Square
There’s an open seat between each person in my section of the car, like a checkerboard at the start of a match. There’s an orange one between the man reading a large type Torah and the woman with the stylish puma bag, and a yellow seat between her and the guy in the skull cap. There’s a guy sleeping two seats from him, then a woman with a purple hat pulled over her eyes. Two spots away is a girl operating an iPod and blackberry, and, across the subway door, another girl reading “Men Who Hate Women and the Women Who Love Them: When Loving Hurts And You Don’t Know Why.” Orange seat, then a man reading on his iPhone. A woman is doing the same two seats over, on her Kindle. A man in a Yankee cap and Yankee jacket is across the aisle reading the Daily News sports section, and next to him a younger man with large-rimmed glasses whose legs, jeans and all, could fit inside the Yankee fan’s pants. And finally the girl with the Lord and Taylor bag, the bleached hair, the extra long eyelashes. She’s reading the bible.