"...next stop thirty..thirty...?"
and i said "yep, 34th street".
"oh God Bless you thank you" he says
"no problem"
"what a beyootifull pin"
"thank you" i say
"my wife, back home, i would always try to buy her things, but no. she only would wear her wedding ring"
"oh, where are you from"
"Afghanistan" he says
"oh wow"
"i won scholarship to UCLA for Law to come here many years ago. the Taliban with their beards ruin everything".
we talk a little more when the train conductor says "this is 34th street"
"what nation are you from" he says
"queens"
"....and you are a queen, god bless, good night"
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