I don't have to roam far from home to witness the beautiful,
the bizarre, or the just plain entertaining. Traveling around New York
City on a regular basis provides me with ample exposure to all three, sometimes simultaneously. Occasionally, even the familiar takes an unexpected turn...
As I approached the L Train the other day, I saw some kids doing
acrobatic routines in one of the cars. I got on the car behind
theirs, hoping they would head that way. Sometimes I resent performers
forcing themselves on captive audiences, but I was in the mood for some
entertainment.
Sure enough, the troupe entered my car and launched into its
routine. The kids quickly won over the riders with their moves and high
spirits. It was fun, but nothing I hadn't seen before until a female
passenger good-naturedly challenged one of them to do a handstand
against the pole. He readily complied, but she claimed she could do better. When the
kid and his buddy strongly expressed their doubt, she confidently proclaimed, "Of course I can, I'm a stripper!"
The boys gaped bug-eyed as she got out of her seat and skillfully backed up her
boast, capping off the unbilled cameo with a nice version of the worm.
She smilingly tipped the kids as she left the train, though it wouldn't
surprise me if they appreciated the encounter more than the
money.