The F Train, Queens, September 10, 2005 - I don't even remember where I was going that Saturday and why I was by myself, but I can remember that this woman got on at the same stop that I did in Queens, sat across from me, immediately pulled out a towel, and went to sleep. She was clearly dressed for the beach, so I figured she was going to Coney Island, which is about an hour and a half ride to the end of the line. Therefore she could sleep soundly if she so desired. But she got off at West 4th Street in the Village. And I'll never know why...

(I presume she was meeting a friend, but it's more fun to think of it as a big mystery...)