I am on the E train, heading up from Fulton Street to 14th (then transferring to the L to Union Square). I'm frustrated, because my initial plan had been to take the 4 train straight to Union Square; then I arrived at the Fulton Street station to find the uptown track for the 4 train closed.
I've just taken a book from my bag and opened it to the bookmarked page when the woman sitting in the seat in front of where I am standing leans forward and opens her mouth as if she wishes to say something. I bend over to hear her better.
"Can I ask you something?"
"Sure," I reply, assuming she's about to ask me for directions or, perhaps, something about the book I've just pulled out.
"Do you model?"
Thank you, universe. My day is now complete.