You Pulled a Sticker Off Me
Missed Connections in Brooklyn
On my way home at the train station, I noticed you and thought “Oh she’s cute” (but not in a creepy way). I got on the train and watched an episode of the office on my phone.
I got off to transfer and sat back down and noticed that you were now sitting across from me. I thought to myself “Oh shes still here, and still cute…”
I continue looking at my phone and said to myself “I’m not her type, you wore a black peacoat and had your hair pulled back. I was wearing skinny jeans and a hoody with chucks on” I was your typical hipster, you were classy and probably work in an office.
The train went express, and at each stop i would look up and noticed you were still here. But still I say nothing and said it’s not meant to be. We both get off, I wait for the next local train, you were on your phone and walked away.
I take a few steps back and see if you were still around…. I don’t see you, I shrug my shoulders and say to myself “Our moment was over… I cant wait to go home and roast a cauliflower” Then thought that everyone was probably wondering why I had a HUGE head of cauliflower in my clear bag. haha
Then it happened, you appeared out of no where and tapped my shoulder, said “Hey, you have a sticker on your back”. I attempted to grab at it. You helped me pull it off. You were still on the phone and I didn’t want to interrupt because it sounded like it was a serious conversation. I say thanks and just then the train arrives.
We both get back on and surprisingly get off at the same stop. I think you were still on the phone but I thought I had to say something now or never.
I walk towards the staircase and you were gone again. I looked back a few times to see if you were still around.
You were gone,
Though you will probably never read this,
Thank you for making me realize that I still have a heart.
Her Two Cents from the Missed Connections Chief Bottle-Finder:
I love the way our Brooklyn poet has written this missed connections story – and the fact that they’re carrying a giant head of cauliflower is such a nice, real-life detail. Can’t you easily imagine the person standing at the station, bag in hand, as they twist and turn trying to remove the infringing sticker? While the woman in the black pea-coat may never return, our poet did learn a valuable lesson: the world is wrong; they do still have a heart.
