Mama Deb (mamadeb) wrote,
Mama Deb

Adventures in Commuting

There are times I resent being dependent on the vagaries of public transport, and there are times I enjoy all the encounters it brings.

Today had both.

The bus came a bit later than I'd expected, even though I'd summoned it by pulling out some fanfic and reading. And I was laden down with a gym bag (holding my good suit in its dry cleaning bag) and an extra shopping bag (with my Shabbos hat) because the dinner is at 6:30 and I won't have time to go home to change.

I get a seat by the next stop and manuever things so I don't take up more room than strictly necessary. What am I reading? "A Wizard's Song" by Telanu. Which means it's Harry Potter slash fic.

Partway through, a couple of girls who could almost pass for locals get on - they're wearing the same long skirts and little tops that the local girls wear. Except. They have key rings with pictures of JC hanging from their beltpacks, and little name tags saying "Sister _________ " and proclaiming their membership in "The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints".

Definitely not locals. :)

I'm sitting alone on a double seat, and one of them sits next to me. And she's curious about what I'm reading, since it's in tiny print and three columns.

"A story a friend wrote." She asks more questions - what sort of story, what's it about, what's fanfic...

I gave her the impression it was a little romance about Ron and Hermione. Well, they do have one in this story, so. :) The Orthodox Jewish lady should not tell the young Mormon girl, "I'm reading a fairly explicit sex scene between Severus Snape and sixteen year old Harry Potter, and please let me get back to it."

She'd never heard of fanfic, she can't imagine a world without Star Trek, and slash would probably tear her little world apart. But it was better than discussing religion.

I ended up asking about *her* - where she went to school, what she majored in, how did she like New York, telling her about the true beauty of New York in the Fall (okay, not about her, but there are no minefields there.)

And then we get to the last stop and I have to wait for a train for longer than I want, so I'm late to work.
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