Off to the Bronx...

Because I had to run errand this morning, I took a subway line that I don't normally ride. I got into the uptown 2 train at the 7th Ave. stop, and just as the doors were about to close, an arguing couple go on the train. My guess is that she was some kind of low-grade hooker and he her boyfriend/pimp. She kept yelling at him in a Spanish/English hybrid, screaming, "What are you going to do?! Hit me again?! In front of all these people?! I told you - I don't go into that building since you broke my arm last time!!" He was talking low and in Spanish, so I couldn't understand him at all. On the ride from 14th St. up to 72nd, she accused him of being a child molester, a loser-janitor who can't pay the rent, and a junkie "because [his] brother died of AIDS." Wow. I haven't seen such a display in a long time. Especially not at 9:00 in the morning. I know it's sick, but it's part of what I like about living here.