This morning on my normal subway ride to work, the doors opened at Delancey Street and all of a sudden a flock of chirping Chinese school children somehow crammed onto the already crowded car. I couldn’t see them from my seat, but they sounded as if they were about 5 years old with their cute little kid voices all chattering away at once. As the subway pulled out there was a collective “whoooooaaaa” and then giggles. The women in charge would ask for quiet, although that lasted only until the train started to slow and there was another collective “whoooooaaaa”. I had to get off a few stops later, but for a brief while I felt as if I were on a roller coaster with happy bubbly voices carrying me along.
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