This morning I was riding the D train with my friend Jay, and I happened to get a seat after Pacific Street, with that seat happening to be directly next to a gal whom I’ve seen on the trains for a good three years - she gets off in Manhattan at 34th Street - Herald Square, usually.

After sitting a few minutes I noticed out of the corner of my eyes that the gal was nodding off, literally.  She wasn’t just asleep, she was asleep with her head wobbling left and right, with a good minute there of it being back against the wall. Her head was flailing around so much I thought that she might actually be an actress practicing for an audition of a remake to the Exorcist.

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Jay and I couldn’t stop laughing at the head movements, which just so happens to be one of those neurotic things that I worry about when I know that I’ve been sleeping oddly on the subway.

Anyway, her head kept creeping over to me, making a deep tilt left, allowing her head to come within about an inch of my right shoulder for a good five minutes.

Then while our train was pulling into the station at 34th Street her head finally made it all the way onto my shoulder.  I felt it land on my shoulder, and I froze. 

I figured she must have been really exhausted to have allowed such a thingto happen, and since she was a regular train rider that didn’t seem like a loony, I thought about just letting her rest there. 

Her head was there for maybe a second before she woke up and pulled her head straight up and forward.  She didn’t apologize for leaning all the way onto my shoulder - as if she thought that I wouldn’t have realized that her head went all the way onto my shoulder?!?! 

She also didn’t get off the train.

So at 42nd Street all three of us got off, the gal went off to transfer to a downtown train, and Jay and I couldn’t stop our giggling as we parted ways over the entire thing.

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