Today I was back in my standard, voyeuristic position looking over someone's shoulder on the way to work.
This guy was 45, slim, ruddy skin, clean cut, glasses, close-cut hair, suit attire, big hands. Your standard white-collar nice-guy.
I first noticed him pinching the skin on the back of his left hand with his right index finger and thumb. Slowly scraping and pinching. Stop. Scrape. Pinch. Pinch. I realized he had a little bit of OCD in him, maybe the kind of guy who also likes to eat chalk...then I saw him stretch out his fingers and they were really, really knobby. It seemed like he might have an extra joint in his fingers. And then I thought, I bet if I wait long enough he'll do something weird again.
Patience is a virtue on the train. No less than a minute later did he nibble at the big joint on his thumb for a few seconds, then put it back in his lap. Wait for it....now nibbling at his next finger....wait for it...you got it, more nibbling. So the knobbiness wasn't just like a weird circus freak thing, it was actually a compulsive-biting-induced full-blown inflamation all over his hands. By the time I got off, his hand was wet with slobber. I AM NOT EVEN EXAGGERATING.
CTA: 5, LB: 0
This guy was 45, slim, ruddy skin, clean cut, glasses, close-cut hair, suit attire, big hands. Your standard white-collar nice-guy.
I first noticed him pinching the skin on the back of his left hand with his right index finger and thumb. Slowly scraping and pinching. Stop. Scrape. Pinch. Pinch. I realized he had a little bit of OCD in him, maybe the kind of guy who also likes to eat chalk...then I saw him stretch out his fingers and they were really, really knobby. It seemed like he might have an extra joint in his fingers. And then I thought, I bet if I wait long enough he'll do something weird again.
Patience is a virtue on the train. No less than a minute later did he nibble at the big joint on his thumb for a few seconds, then put it back in his lap. Wait for it....now nibbling at his next finger....wait for it...you got it, more nibbling. So the knobbiness wasn't just like a weird circus freak thing, it was actually a compulsive-biting-induced full-blown inflamation all over his hands. By the time I got off, his hand was wet with slobber. I AM NOT EVEN EXAGGERATING.
CTA: 5, LB: 0
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