May 21st, 2008
|02:15 pm - and now, the name of my next pet project (or character for something, god knows what)|
Samantha Saunders, Subway Psychiatrist
|Date:||May 21st, 2008 06:29 pm (UTC)|| |
I was imagining counseling an actual train:
"Tell me what it's like, being responsible for getting all those people to work on time everyday."
I have a mental picture of someone like Susan Calvin, trying to psychoanalyse trains to figure out why they malfunction.
"I've been feeling really down this year. My numbers are up, but still I get jealous every time I look at the Tube or the Metro. And I can tell I'm getting old, even if I'm not as decrepit as Chicago, that hussy. I just don't know if I'm even on the right track."
She could occasionally team up with Caitlin Caughran, Coffeshop Counsellor!
They could have adventures.
I THINK WE'RE ON TO SOMETHING HERE.
|Date:||May 21st, 2008 06:49 pm (UTC)|| |
Red Line: "Memory problems? You're worried that you keep losing track of where you are, or where you're going next?"
Silver Line: "You have delusions of adequacy; they don't even approach grandeur. A 'line'? More like a bus wearing too much makeup."
Any relation to Jared Fogle, Subway Evangelist?
I just had to say how much your icon made my day...
I'm trying to figure out whether she's just a busybody who goes up to strangers and starts "helping" them, or she's got an actual scheduled practice that just happens to be on a moving train.
"And we're at 18th Street, so that's all for today."
"I think we're really close to something, doc."
"I'm sorry, I have an appointment from 30th to Garden Street today. Well, I suppose we could talk until 24th..."
The T should hire such people. It would help.
My brother used to walk up to the cliff paths in Santa Cruz with a wooden "briefcase" that unfolded into a table and also held two wooden folding chairs. He'd hang a "FREE ADVICE" sign from it and sit and read until people would sit in the chair across the table and talk to him.
It's Santa Cruz, so of course they did.