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As I commuted home from Una Brazilian Jiujitsu on the bus, I was really getting into my music. I had already watched a few Bjj training videos and I was getting pumped up even though I had just finished rolling for an one hour and a half. I noticed people staring at me and wondered what the hell they were looking at? I thought to myself, are the tunes I’m listening to far too loud? Then I thought, “Fuck it.”
That’s when it happened. I saw the older man who was sitting next to me pointing in the direction of a screen. I instinctively followed his finger and saw the image that said “no loud music please.” I knew for sure then that they could hear my music loud and clear, so I cordially lowered it. The old man smiled and he gave me a thumbs up. I laughed about it and then he laughed, we both started laughing because of how perfectly executed that delivery was. I mean you couldn’t plan something to be that funny or perfect.
After that funny moment we just chatted for the rest of the ride to the subway about us young fools going deaf from blasting loud music into my ears. I told him that as far back as I could remember in school, my teachers always told me the same thing, “You are going to go deaf Angel, lower that music!” I said how I thought it was pretty cool that we meet people under these comical circumstances.
Shortly after that, our stop came, we shook hands and said our goodbyes. I thought of asking him to take a picture with me for this blog post, he had this really cool fedora on and he reminded me of one of my childhood friend’s dad. But I didn’t ask him, the people traffic was too heavy. Life is funny isn’t it? Anyway, don’t be an asshole like me and please lower your headphones on the bus, especially at 7am! I do get it if you blast them on the subway as it is much noisier on there.
Growing Up Bronx