Nothing major seems to be happening today. That is, until two large black women come in, carrying a huge boombox. I know there’s entertainment coming my way as soon as the train closes its doors. They position themselves in the middle pole and when the train begins to move, one of them yells: “Ok, you’all. The dancing bitches are in da house.” “Who let the dogs out?” starts to blast from the boombox. The younger, less “plump” one begins to work the pole in the middle of the car with movements that would make a professional stripper look amateur. The oldest one works the crowd: “That’s right you’all. We’ve been called bitches for too long, so we just decided to dance like ones”. This brings smiles to the faces of most of the passengers. I notice even a Hassidic Jew man tapping his feet a bit. She goes up to him, trying to get some money but he looks away, nervously, to which she says “If you can’t bite, don’t show you teeth, honey.”
The train nears the station and in less than 5 seconds, they put their hoodies back on and turn the boombox off. Just before the doors open again she says: “Thanks, you’all for helping us stay out some canine trouble.” This is immediately followed by the conductor saying, “We’ve arrived at Jay st./ Borough Hall”. The doors open… and the dogs are out.
…So I guess now we finally know who let the dogs out.

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