Melting Pot

I know they say that NY is the biggest melting pot in the US and boy did that ring true on my ride in this morning.

I got on the train like usual this morning. Took a spot in the back, read my book, listened to my IPOD and was good to go. Well a seat opened up at the next stop, which in the morning is very rare, so I didn’t hesitate to take it. Now mind you I have my IPOD in and have been reading my book so I am not really aware of who I was about to sit next too.

Oh yes, a man that looked like he was about 8 months early for the nativity scene. I can only assume he was Muslim because he was chanting some stuff I didn’t understand, and reading something on his IPOD that looked like Arabic. Of course I looked. I am so nosey I swear. He had his big cloak on, scarf over his head and a black and white striped walking stick. Now mind you he didn’t smell all that great, so I contemplated giving my seat back up but didn’t want to offend him. So after all the chanting and singing he pulls out some type of bottle and rubs some kind of incense on his hands. Not sure if that symbolized something or if he was just trying to smell good for the ladies but it did help with his BO problem. We both got off at the same stop and I tried to follow him but lost him in the crowd. I was dying to see how he carried that big ass walking stick through the turn styles of the subway.

Just thought I would give a little glimpse into what this vast city has to offer.