Notes from the Underground ...

I was riding the subway, see, and these two kids started annoying everyone by stomping their feet in unison. I saw the dismal looks on the faces of oldie fogies across the way, shaking their heads at the two rubes. It was hilarious. I slowly turned my head towards the boys with a serious look on my face. Very serious. Saw their eyes widen, as they wondered what I would do. It those few seconds, I probably looked like all the other disapproving lemons on that train. Then suddenly, with my gaze still fixed, I started stamping my feet in perfect time with them. They laughed, realizing that I was on their side. Then, as we made spontaneous music together (stomp, stomp) I turned my madcap gaze towards those people who had been staring at the boys. I deadlocked on them instead, while continuing the beat. That made it even funnier! In essence, We 3 flipped the bird to "the man," yes, we made fun of all those who were too busy pouting about their miserable lives. Presently, as if wanting to extend a hand those those forlorn souls (with no humour!) we started snapping our fingers, just as funny, but just a bit quieter ... Snap snap snap went the sound, echoing through that somber tube. It was good fun. It was a moment of synchronicity that I'll never forget. We even got one of the sour bunch to convert, to laugh along with us. A mini-jam le musicale with young musicians to be?

They got off at the next stop, with smiles on their faces. We never said a word to each other. We "high fived" and then they were gone ... Peace, -Todd