Penn Station Inspirations

Posted by: on Dec 13, 2010 | One Comment

As my loyal readers know, I find humor in people or should I say, observing people and the funny, annoying, disgusting, etc., things they do. Many years ago, I realized that I missed my calling; I should have been a sociologist. I would study people and then write books making fun of them. For now, Irasez will just have to do.

Anyway, last Wednesday I went to NYC for dinner. I was in Penn Station for about 10 minutes waiting for my friend David. Amazing what you see in the see of humanity that passes by you. For instance, there was this 20 something black guy. Had his earplugs in, singing out for all the world to hear, strutting through Penn Station, nice size afro topped off with….wait for it….here it comes….a yarmulke! Finally, a member of the tribe with some serious soul!

Wednesday night in NYC, it was about 25 degrees with some serious windchill. This guy walks by me, obviously freezing but no coat and no gloves, not to mention no hair so his head and face were bright red from the cold. However, he was wearing earmuffs. Don’t know why but I thought that was pretty ridiculous.

My favorite folks to watch were the ladies in high heeled shoes running to catch the train. Just so amusing when the inevitable trip, stumble or fall occurs.  This happens so often that I don’t really think one particular example does the trick.

When you are in the big city,  you don’t have to stay in Penn Station to see all types of things that can struck your funny bone. We had dinner at BLT Prime (does not rate a return visit if anyone is curious).  I’m going to call the table next to us the “blonde ambition tour” as the 3 ladies and one young man sitting at that table were all blondes, looked like mom and her 3 kids. Mom suffered from a severe case of collagenis overdosis as her lips were so puffy, they were almost hypnotic. Every time I looked over just to make sure I wasn’t imaging things, I felt as if her lips were staring right back at me.

Well, that’s it for now. Be careful out there. You never know when I’ll be watching you.

1 Comment

  1. Ina B
    December 14, 2010

    If you followed me through a day in NJ I could probably be material for one of your blogs, especially these past weeks at Bloomie’s B Cafe! Love, Irma