We all have them, some of you are better at keeping them internal than I am. Mine are usually more like a running commentary on the world around me. I am getting better (practice, practice, practice) at keeping them to myself.
For example, here's the running monologue from my subway ride this morning on the way into the office, even though not one word escaped my lips.
110th Street, getting on the train - Holy Cow it's hot in here and what smells?
103rd Street - why are all these kids getting on the train, shouldn't they be in school already - it's 815.
96th Street - directed at the Aretha-esque woman asking her friend if she could tell that she'd put on a few pounds over the holiday - a few pounds? your one thigh is wider than all of me (go me, I'm thin!!! woohoo!!!)
86th Street - directed at the Queen asking his fiancee if the scarf made him look to gay - no, honey, the purple polka dot scarf doesn't make you look too gay...but tied around your neck like that and the fact that your flame burns bright does...
81st Street - Oh Joy of Joys it's field trip day and the kids are exiting the train - peace at last! Wow - that dude totally smells and cologne is not helping, where's my scarf to filter this out, is the other side of the car this crowded?
72nd Street - Must be my lucky day, smelly boy is getting off the train, three more stops and another cup of coffee...are we there yet?
59th Street - Is it too early for the shops at the Time Warner Center to be open, shopping could be good...only 8:30...too early.
7th Avenue - transfer here for the E train to Queens - hell no, thankfully none of my shows are in the outer boroughs anymore!
47-50th/Rockefeller Plaza - Coffee - I wonder how long the line is. Letting us off the damn train before you start to push your way on usually works out better for everyone, COW (actually, that last bit might totally have slipped out, but it was in my inside voice, I think).
Just letting you all share in the joy...
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