We boarded what I think was #1050, grabbed the handrails and waited. The driver, before taking off, popped from her seat to quiet a crying infant. "What is the matter with you, huh?," the female driver addressed the baby.
The entire car got quiet.
"What is your problem, huh? Hush it up! Okay?"
Her voice was stern, but not unkind. Tourists laughed and applauded the driver. The baby blinked back at the woman without a sound.
Soon enough the car lurched forward.
Streetlights and people flashed like strobes outside the smudged windows. I rocked forward and felt Ian's chest on mine.
More people got on, so we slid further to the back. A couple of travelers with shopping bags got up, giving up a pair of seats near a passed out man who didn't even move with breath. We took them.
"I like riding the F with you," my boyfriend leaned over to tell me.
"It's romantic," we both said at exactly the same time.