don't see me

I don't always read on the subway. Not every book is commute-worthy. It has to be light, in weight and content. And the title can't seem too embarrassing. When I first moved to NYC, I remember reading some book on acting on the train, whereby some stranger felt compelled to ask me about it. He left, telling me "Good Luck," in the tone that he didn't believe it possible to ever really have a career. Another consideration: If I don't get a seat, it's pretty hard to juggle the bags and the reading material. So sometimes I just listen to the music.

But you have to respect others' right to read in peace. I saw my coworker on the train last week. She was reading her book. I wasn't going to disturb her morning read. What if it was the end of a chapter? What if she's a total grouch in the morning? It was pretty funny, though, that I ended up scoring the seat right beside her, and followed her into work, and she never even knew. Makes me feel like a creepy stalker! (Shrug.)