A tale of strange stuff on the NYC subway (#11,293,675)
Ok, So Mrs Z and I are riding the C train home on Sunday night. It’s about 9:45. This guy gets on at either Canal or B’Way Nassau. He is wearing some dark pants, a bright blue jacket and a bright orange vest that ‘kind of’ looks like a NYC Subway worker / Construction worker vest except that it’s not one of those. I say that because it was not reflective.
Anyway he plops down his camo knapsack on the floor and a black plastic bag like you might get from a grocery store. Out of the grocery bag he pulls out some matches. You know those boxes that have like 100 packs of matches? One of those.
He then takes out some little finger nail type siccors and starts to cut the matches out of the books and is catching them in the bag. He leaves three matches in each book. The same three matches in each and every book. Then he would snip a corner from that book of matches and then throw it in a seperate bag and do another book. I watched him do about 20 books before he got off. He noticed Mrs. Z watching him and he stopped and got the train at the next stop (Hoyt). As he got off he gave me a weird look. Hard to describe but I was feeling menaced so I didn’t like the look.
He was definetly preparing the matchbooks for something and I guess he could just be not littering and not making a huge bundle of matches to explode something.
Any ideas what he was doing?