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Category: Blogging
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This is another entry into my "72 People I've Met on the Subway" -- a collection of true stories from my NYC subway experiences. Some of these stories are frightening, some are naughty, some are disgusting and awful.
This one happens to be a little nicer...don't get used to it. I'm still in NYC after all.
The Puzzle Man Puzzles Me - 72 People I've Met on the Subway (18)
There was only one seat on the subway car, and, well, no matter what the cost, I felt like sitting. See, there was a very large, large guy in a double seat – he wasn't overweight, just a big fella. Dark skin, loose jeans, and big sweatshirt – he held some kind of puzzle book in which he was working on something or other.
And the double-seat he was in was the only place to sit.
So I squeezed in, arms crossed at the wrists, shoulders up, and looked over at the puzzle book – a Soduko book.
Yes, Soduko had swept the nation.
And I couldn't possibly care less. Pretty much anything that sweeps the nation, more often than not, deserves to be emptied into a twist tie bag and set out onto the curb as far as I'm concerned.
However, I have to admit, I had been curious to know what the heck this Soduko stuff was all about.
Without much room to maneuver, I rotated my shoulders, cocked my head, bent my torso, just to get a look at what he was doing. I quietly watched him play. He shuffled and gave me more room, gave me a polite smile. So I asked him about the game.
You'd think I asked him to marry me.
The young man couldn't have been more elated to tell me about the game play, about how he's only playing at a semi-advanced level, and that he's trying to work up to the most-advanced version. Not to mention the tournaments.
Oh, the tournaments...
He wants to be in them, to win them, to get that year's supply of Milkbone dog biscuits and $500 in cash. Or whatever it is.
Hey, that's cool. I'm all for that.
He then leaned in and showed me where he was on this particular game.
Okay, I get it.
And he took me through further steps of filling in the missing spaces.
Right, right...you explained it all very clearly.
We looked at one row, then another, compared one section to another.
Wow. Intriguing.
He told me how some puzzles are laid-out one way, some another – altering the difficulty level.
Oh shit, when's my stop?
We compared the difficulty of this puzzle with the ease of another.
God, if you're listening, please help.
He showed me the back of the book, where the answers are.
How many pages of this are there?!
He pointed out puzzles which were easy for him and which ones were more of a challenge.
Where's an express train when you need one?
Truth told, all-in-all I gotta say I was glad I squeezed my way in.
6:43 PM
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