Guys , let me tell you...talk about the best and the worst of experiences... I was hurrying out of work today , a few minutes ahead of my usual self , and i beat a path downstairs to the train platform. It's a block long , this platform , and I'm zippin half - way to my far -end destination , when I notice this shockingly beautiful and extremely well endowed black gal sitting on the bench . So pretty was she , that I stopped dead in my tracks and turned to casually peer down the tunnel for the train , just to get a full - faced view of her .. Modelishly built , except for this over -abundant chest wrapped in a tube - top , she had wire rimmed glasses on , and semi-gherri-curled hair pulled back and up... black spandex pants , heels... A vision ...

And then she hiccupped.

It was the most unexpected , most deliciously loud , and most convulsive hiccup I had heard in ages... from this fashionplate female ! My hand jumped to my recorder , and before it even cleared its holster , she hiccupped again. It echoed down the tunnel. I was dumbfounded. My temples throbbed. Then I saw the empty seat next to her , and dived into it , clicking on "record"..

She was with a younger girl... her sister , as it turned out . Sis was about 11 y.o. , and the hiccupper about 24-25 ... The youngster was yakking away with sis , and every 5 - 8 seconds, big sister would hiccup ... A train pulled in on the opposite platform , and the din was incredible , but even with that (and my eyes glued to her face ) , I could still hear , and beautifully watch her hiccup . She took definite notice of my watching her , and kept talking with her sister , seemingly undisturbed by her attack. I had to jump in ... I'd have been arrested for ogling , otherwise ; I was totally absorbed. So I did .

'" Been waiting here long ? '", I asked stupidly.

" Nope" , she said , " We just got here" .

No hiccup.

" A few minutes? " , I raised my voice to cut thru the trains din.

" More or less.." she smiled . A big , pearly-toothed , open - mouthed smile. " HIC ! " (omg) , " I have the hiccups", she said , onshaken by the outburst that made her breasts almost jump from her top. I was reaching a rolling boil at that point.

" Are you a model , or an actress , by any chance? " , I asked , lamely .

"No *hic* , I'm a chef ... I cook *hic* " . She grinned. And then hiccupped again . Sis kept talking to her. Just then , our train came barreling into the station ( I swear , the loudest train I've ever heard or had put up with ) , and i barely heard a hiccup or two as they stood to get onboard. I followed them in , in a trance, and they took a corner 2 -seater . I stood at the connecting door , facing them .

" So where are you a chef ? ", I asked , still holding the recorder right in my hand .

" I'm a chef *HIC* at NYU Cooking School .. I * HICC* graduated , and they offered me the job coo*hic* king there . So I took it ".

" Nice " , I said , grinning. 'That's my neighborhood " .

" You live in the *hic* Village? "

"Yep" . She seemed interested . All I could do was grin and take her all in . She was so indifferent to these phenomenal hiccups of hers . Her sister started asking her if the next stop was theirs , and she said it was , and hiccupped twice in a row , so hard that that tube top nearly snapped like an old rubberband . I knew I was going to lose her any minute , and had to do something .

"Maybe I could invite you out to a nice dinner you wont have to prepare some time soon? "

" Huh ? *HIC* " she said.

" Dinner . .. Soon ... " I repeated, and in the same breath , found myself unconsciously pressing one of my business cards into her hand.

" Oh *hic* O.K. ... " , she chirped , grabbing sis' hand and moving to the doors . " I'll call you." *HIC* . I was glowing.

Outside the doors , she turned around, and yelled , " My name is Evel *HICC* yn !!! "

"Evelyn !! Got it ! "

" *HIC* Bye !"

"Bye !!!" , as I waved like a hummingbirds wing in action.

I sat down , flabbergasted . I recalled the recorder in my hand, and smiled even bigger. I clicked play , and sat back to replay the last 5 minutes of heaven I'd been through. It was full of train noise , and other sounds, and then stopped as she'd initially said " "No *hic* , I'm a chef ... I cook..."

The recorder flashed " FULL " at me . That was all I'd gotten of it. The best and the worst of experiences... Oh , well...that ole gifthorse ...