Descending the steps to the 6 platform, an older woman - in an MTA work jumpsuit - emptying a trash can spies me:
- It's boy time! Boy time!
- Yep. That's right.
- I know because you're carrying him low just like I carried mine. He's 35 now.
- Congratulations.
-He was small too. Five pounds. Your baby's gonna be small just like mine.
She keeps talking to me, smiling, talking about her grand kids, her kids. Now the train is approaching, and I'm starting to walk away, as she shouts to be heard above the din:
-JUST REMEMBER - YOU GOTTA RELAX TO PUSH HIM OUT! IF YOU TENSE UP, YOU'RE JUST GONNA SUCK HIM BACK UP INSIDE YOU!!!
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