Do you know how when you leave at the same time every day you see the same cast of characters on the subway? Well this morning I was running fifteen minutes late and was introduced to all new cast of characters (except for this jamaican guy who has a really long white beard and wears a brown leather jacket – he must have been running late too).

The greatest of these characters is a guy I want to call James P. Ubermensch.

This guy looked like a 400 pound version of a friend of mine named James. It’s really pretty crazy

The D was pretty crowded – nothing unusual for rush hour though. James P. Ubermensch was not bothered at all by the crowd however, he was just rocking out with two hands on his PSP and not holding on to anything, he was in a zen state of balance. Even though the train was kind of jerking around as we let a train pass us near Dekalb Ave., he remained his composure not letting anything distract him from his PSP. He could not be toppled.

I’m already thinking this guy deserves some major thumbs up on the message board, but I wasn’t nearly ready for what was going to happen once the train was above ground on the Manhattan Bridge.

We’re about 1/4 of the way across the bridge and I hear an awesome pop ringtone and James P. Ubermensch pulls out his blackberry and starts….
I have to take a deep breath – the emotions are really high.
….he starts writing an email on his Blackberry with his left hand while he continued to play his PSP with his right hand.

He eventually finishes his e-mail and went to put away the Blackberry but he dropped it on the floor. He made no real effort to pick it up however – since he was too concentrated on his PSP. Several people bent over to pick it up for him, but the one who actually picked it up was this really hot blond woman. She picks it up, hands it to him, he pockets it and then they SMOOCH!

The whole time he had his significant-other there while he was all Buddha under the bodhi tree, totally neglected, waiting for the moment that she could assist him by picking up his Blackberry. Either that or he’s so “the man” that chicks will just make out with him as a reward for being James P. Ubermensch.

I was really hoping he’d get off at the same station as me so I could follow him to his office and see what sort of favored company he works for, but alas, it was not to be. I had to bid fare-thee well to James P. Ubermensch at Broadway-Lafayette. He’s taking the D express to his higher realm.

Three cheers for the D train!!!!!

Three cheers for James P. Ubermensch!!!!!!

TWO cheers for me and you and all others not on his exalted level of being!