Mr. Black and Mild on the Subway

Any of you who are familiar with New York subways and/or Red Eye flights will appreciate this one.

I had just gotten back to New York after a long 6-hour flight from Los Angeles and I was tired.  My neck pillow had a hole in it and the guy next to me on the plane said I couldn't sleep on his shoulder, so as a result I had not slept in over 24 hours. 

Naturally I got on the subway at the airport, used my bag as a pillow, fell asleep for almost an hour and totally missed my stop... only to be rudely awakened by a guy who kept tapping my head with his finger.

I wiped off the drool, slowly rubbed my bloodshot, mascara-residued eyes and looked up at this 20-something guy listening to an iPod and wearing a do-rag.  He pointed at something on my lap as the train was coming to a stop.  It was a Black N' Mild cigarette wrapper with something written on it.  Without saying anything he just watched as I looked and tried to decipher the scribbling.  It said - "Call Me - Jose - 212-???-????"

The funny part was that he thought the train doors were going to open so he could slip away without too much embarrassment from handing out his number to a strange girl on a subway who might as well have been homeless.  They didn't open though so we were stuck there for 2 minutes looking at each other in the most awkward way ever...

I guess I should try to sport the tired, bags under the eyes, sleep drool look more often....