It Happened on the E Train

Fat man on the E Train. The AC is not working and the car is sweltering. The inside temperature must be close to 90 degrees. Rivers of sweat pour down the man’s face; his suit is drenched with perspiration. It is so hot that he is having trouble breathing. “Two more stops to 52nd street and I’ll finally be off this infernal train,” he thinks to himself optimistically. But, for no apparent reason, the train suddenly stops in the tunnel between 23rd street and 34th street. The conductor assures the passengers that the train will be moving soon, but the car continues to remain motionless in the tunnel. With every minute they are sitting idle in the tunnel, the temperature in the train rises another degree. An hour goes by, and then another. Still no sign at all that the train will be moving any time soon. Gallons of fluid continue to pour from the man’s body, like a great waterfall. Finally the train begins to move. When the doors open at 34th street, all that remains of the man is his $1,200 Brooks Brother’s suit and his black patent leather loafers lying in a puddle on the floor of the train. Maintenance crews quickly mop up the water, and the suit and shoes are donated to a local charity providing free counseling sessions to maladjusted French poodles.