While commuting home, I plopped down. Immediately, I felt constrained–next to me, a massive person took up all of his seat, and one-third of my own. But that’s not the weirdest thing.
At least 350, I thought to myself. A standard lumberjack plaid shirt, and scraggly hair covered most of his face. He also had this cane. Not just any cane, I’ll have you know. It was supporting his massive arm, and it looked vaguely tribal doing it. Twin supports twisted around each other, bearing whatever weight he can drop on top. A notched pattern added a surface texture and a folk-art feel. Cast any spells with that staff? I thought to myself. I’m very brave with my internal dialogue..
His hair and frame reminded me of a golem from Judaica. This mental image was corroborated with his otherworldly cane. The pair together made for a tight squeeze (or tighter, really) on the train home.
But at least the commute was interesting.
