14 May 2007
9 making tracks
we're about a month into phase 1 of the CTA 3-track operation. in the "Countdown To A New Brown" as we get "Moving Beyond Congestion" in "The Year Of Our Decision," this simple shift was supposed to signal our transportational doom. we would never again ever be able to get anywhere by train.
all in all, it hasn't been quite as apocalyptic as predicted. most days, it's fine and dandy. but then there's the odd unfortunate little while. for instance, today. today, we decided not to move beyond congestion. instead, we pretty much stood still.
for an hour and a half, we lurched forward and stopped. we sped with the fury of the devil for a quarter of a mile only to plow to a halt. as an added attraction, every so often, an inexplicable gust of ukrainian orphanage smell (three parts brie, two parts boiled cabbage) would blow through.
somehow i wound up pressed unusually close to a man five inches shorter than myself. we were facing each other, my décolletage at his eye-level. my arm extended to clutch the railing behind his head and his hand by my waist grabbing the handle on a seat. with the lurching and jolts, we stood and swayed together, disinterestedly engaged in what must've looked like an aboriginal micro-movement dance. murdering each other's feet. not saying a word.
i spent the entire ride trying not to laugh out loud. because everyone around me looked pissed off and mean. to me, it was hilarious, but i didn't think they would see the humor. maybe i was wrong. because as the train finally rolled into the station and i disengaged myself from this man, he put a hand on my arm and whispered with a sly smile and a chuckle, thanks for the dance.