What if while riding on the subway the person next to me claimed to be the reincarnation of Fyodor Dostoyevsky?
What if while riding on the subway I faked a heart attack?
What if while riding on the subway a ball of fire came flying down the car right at me?
What if while riding on the subway a giraffe tried to board but couldn’t because it’s neck was too long?
What if while riding on the subway all the passengers broke into song and the song was Stairway to Heaven?
What if while riding on the subway Beyonce and Jay Z sat across from me?
What if while riding on the subway a service dog started break dancing?
What if while riding on the subway a ballet troupe boarded and proceeded to recite dirty limericks?
What if while riding on the subway the driver got on the intercom and said he wasn’t wearing pants?
What if while riding on the subway someone created a ruckus or a brouhaha or a free-for-all?
What if while riding on the subway two passengers exchanged harsh words regarding the hidden message of Peter Pan?
What if while riding on the subway someone played a recording of the Sermon on the Mount as read by Fred Flinstone?
What if while riding on the subway a pelican wearing kilts and a tam o’ shanter got on?
What if while riding on the subway I started asking people if they had ever met Gilbert and or Sullivan?
What if while riding on the subway someone got on board extolling the virtues of necrophilia?
What if while riding on the subway everyone started speaking Iroquois?
What if while riding on the subway I thought of some particularly silly questions about riding the subway?
What if while riding on the subway I had an existential — ?
What if while riding on the subway someone complained about their lumbago while eating a liverwurst sandwich?
What if while riding on the subway half the passengers started to think about one thing and the other half started to think about the other?
What if while riding on the subway someone stopped looking at her or his cellphone and said, “Maybe I’ll just think for a little while"?
What if while riding on the subway the train went into and out of and into and out of different dimensions?
What if while riding on the subway there was a momentary lull and then a crash and a boom?
What if while riding on the subway the air was rife with a tension so thick you could use it as dry wall?
What if while riding on the subway toxic fumes rendered everyone narcoleptic?
What if while riding on the subway I made an obscure literary reference and someone coughed?
What if while riding on the subway someone initiated a burping contest?
What if while riding on the subway angels flitted about kissing foreheads?
What if while riding on the subway there was a pleasant interlude?
What if while riding on the subway the ghost of William Howard Taft walked through asking people, "what the hell are you doing here, buddy?"
What if while riding on the subway the Gestapo came through saying, "your papers, please?"
What if while riding on the subway there was an act of kindness and another of civil disobedience and yet another of courageous defiance?
What if while riding on the subway a hushed silence fell over the crowd as the great man rose to speak in defense of the accused?
What if while riding on the subway there was an outbreak of sanity?
What if while riding on the subway a dentist plied his tried?
What if while riding on the subway there was turbulence and it was because we had taken flight?
What if while riding on the subway Jean Valjean ran through our car with Inspector Javert in hot pursuit?
What if while riding the subway I just said, "th-th-th- that's all folks!"?
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