Das Boot


A sampling of the Google searches that brought visitors to Trainjotting this week makes one wonder what sort of cleavage bounce catwalk one would be sporting should one be wearing a wheels on the bus go round shirt.

And das boot glasses.

Our faves:

bad ass ho’s 

eye locking and eye contact with a woman 

whats that rumbling sound? 

guys on metro north 

lyrics for Choo Choo Charlie was an Engi

new roc city easter riot Bronx 

robin williams retorts to insults 

john rocker betty 

poems about nose picking 

the russian debutante 

cleavage bounce catwalk 

wheels on the bus go round shirt 

das boot glasses 

”ridin with my top down” 

armrests ripping pants 

How to make a bike rack 

choo choo charlie girlfriend 

thunder from down under 

he smiles and stares at me 

King of the Hill beer fence yup

attractive drag queens 

dad and sun picking nose

…the woman on the 6 train platform at 42nd Street who nudged my knapsack forward yesterday.

The train was jammed tighter than Das Boot. I was the last one to get on. Dozens shuffled impatiently on the platform as they realized they weren’t getting on this one. While the doors hadn’t started to shut, my bag clearly wasn’t going to fit.

Then you came along. Like the Hand of God, you gently nudged my bag forward just as the doors began to close, enabling several hundred people to get to work 20…30…40? seconds sooner. I mumbled an insufficient ‘thank you’ out of the corner of my mouth.

A day later, the event remains stuck in my mind. Was it an act of kindness (help the poor man and his pack arrive at the same destination), or was it self-interest (get this f*&%$#$ train on its way so the next one can pull up)?

Honestly, I don’t know. Either way, thank you.