Moo-rons

As the train pulls into Penn Station, almost everyone is on their feet- except John. He thinks: I've gotta do this commute every day? John's father's words ring in his ears.

John

'I'm going to go into New York.'

John's Father

'...and out of New York and into New York and out of New York...'

With all purpose and no humor, the cattle car empties and people cram to get up stairs that were built in an era of less commuters. To push would be uncorporate. So many jockey for position by putting there briefcases or big purses between people and then moving into that space, I'd respect an honest push more, John thinks..

 Humorless- they're a herd of over-achievers,.John thinks 'moo' not one person is gonna say 'moo'? Nope.  Even though they weren't at work, they were already on the clock...focused on getting ahead.

Almost as soon as John was on the main concourse of Penn Station, a overly zealous, Asian man is talking loudly at him....not to him.

Asian man

'esus. esus save you.'

John shows his cross.

John

'I have my own religion. But good luck with yours.'

They walk quickly through the station, past bars, a Papa John pizza/Dunk'n doughnut joint, where people stand and eat around tall tables without chairs, and t-shirt shops. Finally the broad steps that lead up to the street. Still following, the Asian man seems to be speaking from a script..he's shoving some paper at John.

Asian man

'esus. esus save you.'

John

"I hope your religion works for you.'

Asian man

'esus save you'

John

"I'm thinking you are into Jesus."

As John and the stranger hit 33rd Street, John stops and turns to the Asian man.

John

'I do not like green eggs and ham.'

The Asian man stops and looks bewildered. John runs across the street thinking: I can out-nut a nut. Who's the nut now!, John thinks. Smiling, he heads...

...north I think.