piano man

i have lots of things to say about my very fun, very festive weekend. but i am at work, and i try not to blog at work, so i will post a big ol' update later. however, i wanted to mention this.

i was on the f train heading into manhattan, and i admit to being a people-watcher, and sort-of a people judger (or at least a people-make-stories-up-about-their-lives-er.) and i was looking at this man in a puffy tan sweatsuit, stained work boots, thick gold chain around his neck. he looked tired, and he was listening to an iPod of some sort. i don't know what i thought he was listening to, but i was thinking about how he probably worked construction and didn't like it, but at least he could buy the things he wanted (like said gold chain and iPod), and he started air-pianoing on the bar he was holding. not a light tap either, a full-on, "i am a maestro rocking out at my baby grand" finger-pound. on the subway pole. it really made me smile. and then i imagined him listening to billy joel, and it made me smile even more.