Bread on the Subway
I was coming home after a night of weirdness--not only did I see a burlesque show, which I haven't done in ages, but the train got stopped for about fifteen whole minutes as the cops pulled some guy off in the car ahead of us, then strode through the cars keeping some sort of order--but as I left and got onto my new train (when a train get delayed, it often makes up for it by suddenly going express, and I needed the local), I walked in and saw this loaf of bread sitting on a seat. You can't tell from the photo, but the entire rest of the car was full--everyone was just giving this mysterious bread wide berth. (It was oat-topped, whole grain, unsliced, and unwrapped.) Next to it was an unused MetroCard, which might have been worth some money, but no one had touched that either and neither did I. I'm about to go to sleep now, but I'm still worrying this over in my head, so don't be surprised if I wake up tomorrow with an idea for a very stupid Hitchcock thriller.