Mole

Most of you know that I'm pretty much not in my right mind most of the time. But damn it all to heck, there are times when I really do try to behave myself, such as when I'm on the train. There are enough crazies riding on the New York City transit system as it is. My brand of crazy would just be nonexistent by comparison.

All I have to say is damn you Austin Powers! There was a guy standing next to me on the train this morning who really tested my ability to play it normal. There wasn't anything really out of the normal when I first saw him. He was just your average tallish, thin man on the train. Then he turned. I swear it was like time slowed. I saw it before he finished his turn. There, in the middle of his slightly sunken in cheek was this deep red, almost brown mole with a teeny hair sticking out of the middle. It was about half and inch across and it stood out pretty far. I'm talking it kind of looked like a wee nipple on the dude's face. As I'm sure all of you know EXACTLY what popped into my head, you know how hard it was for me to compose myself. I tried so much harder to be interested my newspaper and the sale Macy's is having. But all I kept visualizing was Austin Powers staring at the mole and poking it with the stick. Thankfully, I got off the train two stops later so I could actually release the laugh the moment I made sure the train took off with the dude in it. Some people looked at me like I was crazy, but I didn't mind. A laughing crazy person in the subway, is much better than a screaming one or one throwing shit any day.