Poop

New York Subway has a traditional rite of passage, in which you enter an overcrowded train only to find a human pile of shit, ignored thanks to the immunity to the city’s bizarre ambiance.

When Henry couldn’t afford his coffee for the very first time he didn’t worry. “Money comes and money goes”, Henry told himself. Money had not come.

When Henry used up all of the goodwill of his friends and landed on the street for the first time, he didn’t worry. Friends and fortune come and go. Neither had come for Henry.

When Henry woke up this morning, he went through his routine -told his sob story, ask for help, and got a dollar for the day. A stranger gave him yesterday’s lunch. Has Henry’s fortune finally turned?

Indeed not as the proviant out of him poured down on the subway train floor.