The Hands of Fate

These two guys got on the outbound K train. There wasn’t a crowd but only a few spots to sit. They both had roughly the same build and amount of facial hair but there looked as if there was a bit of years between them, as one might assume with a darker haired individual and a salt and pepper gent. 

They got on the train flanked by a bunch of other people. The dark haired man found a seat and held it for his partner, who smiled and nodded. Once he was seated, he handed his friend a small bottle of something. Dark hair opened the bottle, applied some of the contents to his hands and rubbed. He handed the bottle back to his buddy, who then handed him a sheet of something that was about 4 inches in width and length.

I soon found out that this was to dry his hands. The train began to move and this individual needed to grab a pole. Before he put his large right hand on a nearby pole, he placed the 4×4 sheet between his naked hand and the pole.

I wondered if I was the only one riveted to this display.

If you looked hard, you might be able to see the corners of this sheet around his large hand. They got off at the Castro. I’m confident that they were ready for the next set of germs.