These people all have secrets… trust us, they really do
If Mollie and I have one thing in common, it’s that we both have trouble keeping cool on the subway.
There’s something about the unspoken code of silence on the subway that makes me want to bust out laughing at that lingering patch of shaving cream on some dude’s ear. And I think it’s the same reason that people laugh at church and in classrooms: because you’re not supposed to.
Hearing about Mollie’s awesome mouse-brain secret on the subway reminded me of the first time I caught someone else struggling to keep it together in transit. Before then, I thought all other NYC subway passengers (mariachi bands aside) were heartless commuting machines: efficient and unyielding, all just waiting for the sucker from Pennsylvania (me) to unwittingly block the door so they could revoke his subway privileges.
Seeing someone else lose their cool reminded me that we’ve all got our weird stuff. Maybe that girl is holding in a secret about mouse brains. That Wall Street guy looks uncomfortable; maybe he’s suppressing something else. That’s what makes train rides interesting. We’ve all got our secrets, and it’s always fun when someone lets one slip.
You’ve got a cool secret, Mollie. Not every smart girl is willing to stake her reputation in the lab by wearing a sweet cheerleading jacket. If your lab friends give you flack for your secret spunk, just tell them to keep their thoughts in their “meat computers” (as per Mollie’s “Only I Knew” video).
You are pulling both jobs off.