I sat next to a woman on the subway this morning. She had the following to do list written on the side of her left hand:
1 - Tattoo removal?
2 - Brushes
3 - Healthy NY
4 - Shit head
So I stared at it, trying to piece together the items and imagine who this woman was, where she was going, and how these random, and a bit nonsensical tasks, made up her daily chores.
And that's when she stared up at me. She curled her lips, appalled, like I had somehow violated her by staring at her hand on a crowded subway, and I quickly turned away. But I still watched the woman with my peripheral vision, I couldn't help it, so she smiled, took out a pen, and crossed out number 4 on her to do list.