"I like to listen to New York 1 station. It’s gonna get hotter and hotter and hotter."
A woman with trouble of some kind tries to take off her sweater by lifting it up over her head and putting it behind her neck, with her arms still in. She can’t figure out how to get it off. The woman sitting behind her offers to help her get it off.
"Put your hands up over your head." She pulls off the sweater, and from 77th street all the way down to midtown she will not be left alone.
"Thank you. I have a son. He’s a man now. 28 years old. Do you have allergies? Every time I eat shrimp, of all things ... you like your job? Well, what kinda job do you have? ... I only have a BA. I got a B-plus in statistics. On the other hand, I’m not in a big hurry. Well, I am, but I’m not. What I’m good at, is I’m a good cook. Salads. I’m also very good at arts. But interesting, good art."