Please enjoy this fantastic video of my friend Stevie. It's one of my favorite things ever pic.twitter.com/gTDaioUtOR
— Dadam (@AdamBroud) March 12, 2018
ADDED: It's hard to see the other person. Here's a freeze frame:
This face just screams understanding pic.twitter.com/cfdT0Z3jIa
— Dadam (@AdamBroud) March 12, 2018
17 comments:
I like what she does with her tongue at the end.
I also think you can see the guy ever so briefly as she whips around while singing before she notices him. You gotta really look for him but she rotates the camera and clearly there is someone in the background.
Nevermind, I think that's a subway car advert.
Not smart to be riding a subway that is "empty."
When I lived in NYC in the 1970s and early 80s, if it was late at night and cars were empty, you knew you were supposed to find the car that had people in it. People would concentrate in one place, for safety. You'd wait at the end of the platform where you knew people would be in the car that would stop there, and if you missed that opportunity, you'd walk through the cars to get to the populated car. It was not considered an amusing experience at having extra room to yourself. You felt vulnerable, and you certainly wouldn't go out of your way to act more vulnerable..
She better hope that guy isn't a music lover, or she's in deep weeds.
What the fuck are you looking at ? Are you looking at me ?
NYC subway riders still avoid empty cars. There’s always a reason. Usually a stench. Beyond that, it does make one feel uncomfortable and vulnerable.
That girl is charming.
Drunk, or E?
I love empty cars.
Has she had plastic surgery on her nose?
Blogger Ann Althouse said...
"When I lived in NYC in the 1970s and early 80s, if it was late at night and cars were
empty, you knew you were supposed to find the car that had people in it."
Yeah, except that what if you didn't find people? What if you only found -- a person? Didn't worry me much, but I wasn't a pretty little blond chick. I had the opposite problem; what if I'm walking through the cars, and I come to one with no one on it except -- a pretty little blond chick. Should I sit down at the far end? Would that make her feel safer, or less safe? And what if she was really pretty?
She should have put out an empty hat. Then the guy would have pretended he didn't notice her.
One might I missed my stop, and I figured the train would just turn around at the bottom of Manhattan and go back, so I just sat there. The train stopped in a dark tunnel. Then it started up again, and it started going down. Like, really steeply. Twilight Zone stuff. Even drunk as I was, that spooked me. But there didn't seem to be anything to do but sit there, so I did. After about an hour of skronking around God knows where in the bowels of lower Manhattan, the thing finally did head back uptown.
Drunk with power-ful feeling of youth.
She sounds like she is from south of Hooterville.
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