1-train, around 6:45 pm on a Saturday. As usual on the weekend, the MTA is doing all kinds of construction, so the train is super-crowded. An elderly Sikh man gets on at 103rd, carrying a very awkward-looking bag out in front him. He is wearing a small radio around his neck, which he has cranked up all the way and is blasting opera. Someone offers him a seat, which he accepts, and then he arranges the bag carefully on his lap. It seems to be moving of its own volition, and suddenly, a very tiny dog pokes its scrawny head out of the top. The dog seems agitated, so the man turns up the music even louder, which I would not have believed to be possible given the tiny (and tinny) speakers. A few people look annoyed, and the man announces, "Opera calms his nerves." The dog ducks back into the bag, and the man gets off two stations later.
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