I took the N train to Union Square tonight to meet Molly and Spence for the 7PM show of Baby Mama. At 57th Street, a man got on - he was wearing all black, gold sparkly sun glasses, and had two springs coming out of his hat that had suction cups taped to the ends. He also was carrying a saxophone.
The man shook his head around making the springs bounce and jiggle before giving his speech.
Hi EVERYONE! I am an alien from another planet. My spaceship has crashed on this absurd world of yours, and I’m just trying to collect enough money to fix it and get the heck out of here. I will bring Bush with me when I leave. On my planet, we don’t talk. We communicate like this.
Then, he began playing random chords on his saxophone for a minute or two.
See, if you want and if you pay me enough you can come back to my planet with me. Then you can hear these sounds everyday.
Of course I don’t dish out my dollars on the subway very often. If I did, I would be broke. But there are those few that you really can’t resist. It’s all about the story.
And no, I wasn’t offered a seat back to his planet. Shucks.
