“Fuck the pupusa,” the plump woman said.<\/p>\n
I looked up from my phone. “What the hell is a pupusa?” I said.<\/p>\n
A slim, young man, probably a college student, spoke up. “It’s a delicious food from El Salvador,” he said as he licked his lips. “Made of a corn tortilla filled with cheese and meat.”<\/p>\n
The plump woman began to sob.<\/p>\n
I shrugged my shoulders in the woman’s direction. “What’s with her?” I said in a low voice. I didn’t want her to hear me. She might be a psycho and attack me.<\/p>\n
The college student shook his head.<\/p>\n
“I kill you when I get home,” the plump woman said. She then rattled off a heated string of words in Spanish.<\/p>\n
I raised my eyebrows.<\/p>\n
The college student whispered to me. “She’s furious about the pupusa. Not sure if someone ate it or what.”<\/p>\n
The plump woman took a tall can of beer out of her handbg. She slipped a paper bag over the can and cracked the tab. Before she sipped she stared at each passenger in her field of view, as if daring them to disapprove.<\/p>\n
The conductor came into the car. “Tickets please.” He went from row to row punching tickets.<\/p>\n
I bet that crazy woman will refuse to pay or start a fight. I watched as the conductor approached the plump woman. “Ticket please,” he said to the woman. “Why Ingrid, it’s great to see you. How ya doing?”<\/p>\n
“It’s a lovely day isn’t it,” the plump woman said as she handed the ticket to the conductor.<\/p>\n
My jaw almost hit the floor. I watched as the conductor chatted with the woman about the weather and the exhibit at the Met.<\/p>\n
The conductor finished and left for the next car.<\/p>\n
The plump woman pulled out her phone and clamped it next to her hear. “Bastard, stuff your fat face with queso and die,” she said.<\/p>\n
I smiled and put my ear phones back in.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
“Fuck the pupusa,” the plump woman said. I looked up from my phone. “What the hell is a pupusa?” I said. A slim, young man, probably a college student, spoke up. “It’s a delicious food from El Salvador,” he said as he licked his lips. “Made of a corn tortilla filled with cheese and meat.” … Continue reading Commuters – The Pupusa<\/span>