tiny people
When I started to put this post together I couldn't help but think of that Who Would You Give A Volvo To commercial. The one with the dad buckling the chatty girl into the car? She's talking about tiny people.
See? Here she is saying: ... I don't know what they are but his head is so tiny...
Anyway.
That little girl is completely my next-door neighbor. You remember her don't you?
So, I keep thinking of that little girl talking about the teeny people when I look at these pictures...which I took at a station the other day while I was out with K.
We hopped off a train and were surprised to see these:
(I apologize for the quality of the photos, it was dark and filthy so there was no way I was going to scrunch down on the floor.)
Two tinies sawing the posts for the stairway.
Look, I don't know WHAT is going on here.
12 inch tall policewoman.
I wish I could have found a title for this one...it's also only about a foot high.
I like they way they have worn -
just to the right of this one (in an even darker spot) was a beam with a loudspeaker at the top of it and the speaker part had a giant tongue hanging out of it and a big ear at the bottom...funny, now that I am describing these I sound like that little girl.
This little dude was standing guard over a big bag of money.
Obviously.
Meanwhile...
So.
There you go.
Teeny people and I don't know WHAT they are.
But I do know what this is:
It is the RIDER OF SHAME.
Yes - we are giving awards to the WORST commuters in railroad history, and this is this week's winner.
Behold her side of the cell phone conversation (delivered at very high volume)
WHAT? Oh, no, we aren't available for dinner then. We'll be in Jackson Hole. That weekend, no...no...Sarasota, visiting the kids. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Well we always spend Christmas in Europe so...No. No. No. No. No, we aren't available, WHAT? NO. JACK'S HAVING A COLONOSCOPY THAT DAY. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.
K chooses riders of shame all the time. He wants to start a blog called The Daily Commuter just to relate the horror story of the day...
See? Here she is saying: ... I don't know what they are but his head is so tiny...
Anyway.
That little girl is completely my next-door neighbor. You remember her don't you?
So, I keep thinking of that little girl talking about the teeny people when I look at these pictures...which I took at a station the other day while I was out with K.
We hopped off a train and were surprised to see these:
(I apologize for the quality of the photos, it was dark and filthy so there was no way I was going to scrunch down on the floor.)
Two tinies sawing the posts for the stairway.
Look, I don't know WHAT is going on here.
12 inch tall policewoman.
I wish I could have found a title for this one...it's also only about a foot high.
I like they way they have worn -
just to the right of this one (in an even darker spot) was a beam with a loudspeaker at the top of it and the speaker part had a giant tongue hanging out of it and a big ear at the bottom...funny, now that I am describing these I sound like that little girl.
This little dude was standing guard over a big bag of money.
Obviously.
Meanwhile...
So.
There you go.
Teeny people and I don't know WHAT they are.
But I do know what this is:
It is the RIDER OF SHAME.
Yes - we are giving awards to the WORST commuters in railroad history, and this is this week's winner.
Behold her side of the cell phone conversation (delivered at very high volume)
WHAT? Oh, no, we aren't available for dinner then. We'll be in Jackson Hole. That weekend, no...no...Sarasota, visiting the kids. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Well we always spend Christmas in Europe so...No. No. No. No. No, we aren't available, WHAT? NO. JACK'S HAVING A COLONOSCOPY THAT DAY. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.
K chooses riders of shame all the time. He wants to start a blog called The Daily Commuter just to relate the horror story of the day...
Comments
Nobody wants to hear about a stranger's colonoscopy plans.
Although I frequently have to hear the guy who sits near me at work talk loudly on the telephone about his vasectomy...*shudder*
Those teenies kind of look like Monopoly people, don't they? Like the guy who wears the top hat? With the really round head? The boy is getting the new Monopoly Here & Now game for Xmas.
Oh, and my dad and I talk all the time about how that little girl? In the commercial? Who won't stop talking ever? Is MY DAUGHTER.
http://www.statesman.com/life/content/life/stories/other/11/21/21greig.html
www.nycsubway.org/perl/artwork?21
Lovely pictures, BTW.
-b
They are delightful.
gasp.
They are cute though. and the one with the one little person sitting on top of the other one reading... Surely there was a chase and he got caught and the person on top is now reading him 1000 reasons why not to run away from him ;)
Have a great Thanksgiving bb - can't wait to hear/see your menu.
We spend Christmas in Europe, too.
Oh, and my husband Jack... hey, wait a minute...
as for the commuter blog - do it! There is one called something like 'heard in New York' isn't there? I remember seeing some very funny transcripts there... but the blogosphere surely has space for more!
(oh, yes, I always spend Christmas in Australia too, dahlings)
Oy.
Cuz thats the only way I'd touch them -eww