Sometimes, you don't see.

Doyce just put up a really great NY moment story that I wanted to share. My local readers will recognize this feeling:

Everyone is listening.

Not... hearing the words. I don't mean that. Even though his voice is strong and deep like a river, it cannot be made out at the other end of the car. They are listening to him speak - simply to the fact that he is making words, not what they are - at the same time, everyone is trying to act like they are not listening.

It's a very NY thing, I think, that oh so very obvious not paying attention to someone. Maybe it's the preacher in the middle of the crowded car, or the handsy lovers leaning up against the doors, or the vaguely familiar looking bald woman (?) sitting across from you. But we all do it. And it's nice, every once in a while, to let an out-of-towner crack the shell of indifference and point at something, and say, "Hey. Isn't that neat?"

It is neat.