This morning I boarded the “B” train near my house and after the first stop was able to wrangle a seat. Shortly after that a woman across the way becan asking the person next to her about the the train we were on and how she could get to the “6” train. After hearing the tentative suggestions being offered I had to put my two cents in and offered an alternative, and of course correct route. Next to me another woman piped up and offered suggestions and reassurance. The original questioner got off where we told her and I turned to my bench companion and said “well that’s one thing all New Yorkers love: giving directions.” She said “Well, that’s because we know all the answers!” and with that we launched into a conversation that took us from Atlantic in Brooklyn to West 4th in Manhattan. She told me about the office she worked at and all the personalities there, and when I revealed what I did for a living she said “Oh really? Nayland (we had progressed to first names by then), do you have a card?” I never do, being pathetic that way, so she pulled out one of her own, explaining that she wore many hats and that sometimes she needed photographic services. I said that I might be able to hook her up, whereupon she said that she and her sisters had a singing group. I asked what kind and she said “Oh 80’s style R&B, some of our songs are still on the radio..” So then I pestered her until she revealed that the group’s name was Skyy. Their big hit? “Call Me” :
I been watchin you boy
And I got what you want, got what you need
Though your girlfriend’s a friend of mine
Here’s my Number and a Dime – Call me any time!
If you need someone to talk to
Love love love this city.