Old Rant About Subway Rides
this is an old rant from a previous blog i had:
so my wife and i ride the subway everyday. it’s hard enough just getting on the fucking train, but once we’re on we have to deal with the constant elbow poking, nudging, bumping, and fighting that comes with the territory. oh, and let’s not forget the occasional “mysterious odor” that wafts throughout the subway car – the kind that makes you throw up in the back of your mouth. – but it’s not all that bad. there is the everyday entertainment we get from our regular set of crazies. for us it’s the morning ride with the trashy family that sometimes sits across from us. the daughter, who has to be no older than 8, partakes in a healthy well balanced breakfast of skittles, doritos and coke while grandma, in a rather low cut shirt and hot leopard spandex pants (classy), scratches her lotto tickets and throws them on the ground in disgust when she loses. shit! i almost forgot about the methadone couple. oh i used to see these two all the time. you know the type. eyes half closed. nodding in and out of consciousness. then all of a sudden they’d start yelling at each other for no reason. the best part was when they’d argue over who got to listen to the walkman. yes a walkman. that plays TAPES!
i guess subway rides in nyc aren’t all that bad as long as there are less fortunate people to make fun of. like this guy:
