Where was I?

From the headphones came a monstrous sound, the quality of a pawn-shop boom box… and his legs were moving. Dancing, shaking, trembling to the beat, which slipped out into the thick air of the car through the crevices between ear and accessory.

The train lurched forward and made its stops, but the man didn’t mind – nor did his music. The train passengers shuffled around his swiveling body, whose gyrations met the bass line with syncopated jerks.

Unfortunately my trips on the subway weren’t as entertaining today. This morning an emergency brake incident caused a delay in trains, mine ended up at all of the local stations and at each there was no room for the dancing man and in fact, there was very little for me.