While I was back home last year, one time there was a couple on the D train heading to the Bronx with me. They had apparently just bought a dog whistle and were checking it out. The guy (for some reason) decided to test out the whistle right then and there (I guess the instructions said “dog not necessary” 😐). I was in a good mood, so as soon as he blew it, I covered my ears and made a face like someone just put me in the Sharpshooter or made me listen to a Young Thug song.
I’ve never seen someone’s face go from surprise to sorrow and back so quickly! Afterwards I mouthed to them “I’m just f****n’ wit you” and we shared a good laugh, as strangers are sometimes known to do on the good old New York City Subway.