Half…
By Straphanger Joe
There’s no mention of the product name but the lettering and color is unmistakable.
I’m standing in a crowded F train on my way in to
Learn to speak Snacklish.
Take a dip in the
Transfer to the Ate Train.
Enroll at Cty Chocollege.
File for Workman’s Chompensation.
Schedule a consultation with Doctor Feedzmore.
I walk the whole length of the car to write them all down, collecting stares as I go. A woman looks up at me while I hover over her, spelling out Chocollege in orange ink in my small notebook. She wrinkles her nose and half closes her eyes in irritation. Then I back away and smile at her. She looks away.
Another woman next to her gives me a blank stare once-over, then goes back to her book. It’s a big novel, trade paperback. I can’t see the title and I can’t look any longer or she’ll notice me staring and get uncomfortable.
My stomach rumbles. It’s morning and I ate breakfast earlier but I’m feeling hungry – for something. Something. Something from the
I turn around to check out the other half of the car. That’s when I see the ads for the Kindle.
Stay tuned for Part II…