The NY subway, a perfect way to describe the melting pot and its wonderful mix

Riding the subway in NYC has definitely been a challenge compared to what I'm used to in Toulouse, where I study. I guess you can't really compare the line A & B with 15 stops each to all the subways and trains in NY, right?

So far, every time I've taken the subway, it has taken me between half an hour and an hour to get where I wanted to. And that is either because that's how long it normally takes (or at least I'm hoping so) , or either because I got lost on the wrong subway, or just went the wrong way.

Actually, the last time I thought I went the wrong way, I realized I didn't when I was going back. I was just observing people so much that I missed my stop. Now I'm thinking I should make this waste of time and my being late to meet up with somebody worth it. So, I'm going to tell you about the human "show" that seems to be on every NY subway train.

If I were to write about the subway in Toulouse, it would be pretty boring. Everybody basically dressed the same way, either going to work or coming back from partying (depends on the time). And if a crazy person walks in, you can be sure everybody will stare at them. But that will only happen once in a while I guess.

In New York, it's a total different story.

First, you walk in and sit (if there's a place to sit, of course)....and then you watch.

The guy next to you is listening to music so loudly that you can even hear it having your earphones in and your iPod music on.

Across from you is the hippie girl reading a book that you're thinking you should buy because you've never read it but you really like the author.

A few seats away, you can see a homeless guy snoring because well, it is getting late you know.

Next stop, the Mexican woman with a stroller is trying not to be in the way of the people getting out, while making sure she doesn't lose sight of her 4 year old son in the middle of all those people.

The guy who just walked in and is holding on to the handrail next to you probably just got out of an audition for a Broadway show and is heading to the gay pride parade (which I have no problem with, by the way).

Then there's this really tall, nice looking young woman that the guy next to you is staring at, and by that I mean checking out. Let's all be honest here, it just looks like she forgot to wear pants.

The guy across from you on the right is really handsome and looks rich. Now you're wondering what he does for a living, or if he might be famous. You can't really tell though since he's wearing sunglasses.

He's not the only one wearing them. There's also the cute 18 year old Afro-American  girl a few seats from him who's very clearly mouthing the lyrics to every song she's listening to. The fact that she's wearing bright pink shiny lipstick makes it even more noticeable.

Well,  this is the last stop and everybody has to get out, including me. And if I haven't told you about the few other people, it's because they are asleep, and half of them are waking up realizing they might've missed their stop.

After all, it's been a long day.