Subway Lounger

Apparently, the the lady pictured below thought the two-seater on the F train was a lounge chair for her. She spent her entire ride. Mind you, this was during morning rush hour. Sure, the train wasn’t crowded & there were empty seats here & there, but that doesn’t mean you get to take up a two-seater & put your dirty shoes against the side. Someone will be seating there after you & I’m sure they don’t want your shoe crust on their clothes.

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~Izzy

Volume Control Issues

My morning commute today was uneventful, but it had several people with severe cases of volume control issues. It started with two older Chinese ladies getting on, already in a loud, animated conversation. They walked across the car, their “chicken chatter” assaulting our ears. At the next stop, another pair got one, but they sat next to me. I felt like I was stuck in a chicken coop.

Eventually, both pairs got off. But just as I was getting used to a peaceful commute, a pair of financial suits got on. One was a barrel-chested middle aged Caucasian man (though he was more red than white from his obvious drinking habit), the other was a twenty-something Indian guy. They were going at it like they were at a noisy bar after work. They were talking about cars & people’s driveways. Then the Indian guy tells the other he was planning on buying a car next year but his dad offered to by him one so he’s taking him up on it. I just thought “What a daddy’s boy.” I mean couldn’t he be a grown man & buy his own car instead of letting his daddy get him one? I mean great that his dad offered but it speaks volumes when you can do for yourself instead of leeching off others.

During my evening commute the volume control issue continued. Everything was going fine: I got a seat right away, it wasn’t crowded, there was no B.O. Shortly after we crossed into Brooklyn, two Africa-American guys started raising the volume of their conversation. It got to the point that everyone was staring at them, anticipating & bracing themselves for punches to go flying. I only got bits & pieces of their conversation over the rumbling sounds of the train & the A/C. Apparently they were fighting over $40. I just don’t understand how people make public spectacles of themselves over stupid things. I mean, is a $40 debt serious enough to almost get into a physical fight on the train during rush hour?

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~Izzy

Ghetto Brats, Singing Middle Eastern, Butt-Face

Nothing interesting happened during my morning commute today, so I guess my evening commute wanted to make up for it. I was using my iPad for entertainment, minding my own business but aware that some of my fellow passengers were staring. Then a man gets on with his three, maybe four since he had a stroller, ghetto brats. They were all over the place, like they had too much sugar. Of course, the father doesn’t really discipline them. Instead he stares at my iPad, recognizes what’s on my screen. He goes on to loudly comment to his sons how I’m playing the game he has on his phone, but doesn’t remember the name. The older son tells him the name, after the father gives him a play-by-play description of the game. Mind you, the man was standing right next to my seat. Then his brats proceed to crowd around me, the little girl’s frizzy hair blocking part of my screen, to look at it. I pretend they’re not there, keep playing the game, but raise the angle of my iPad so it’s harder for them to see. Instead of correcting their behavior & telling them it’s rude to get in someone’s space & stare at them (or their screen), he says ” Not that close, man.”

At that moment, the doors leading to the next car open & a heavyset middle aged woman wearing a heard scarf bursts in. She starts singing what sounded like a painfully sad Middle Eastern song. She was so loud I felt the vibrations of her voice on my seat. When she finished her solo, she went thru the car attempting to collect for her performance. She moved on to the next car at the next stop & thankfully the ghetto brats got off with their father too.

I relaxed a bit, glad to be able to sit back & go back to my game without disturbances. Then I noticed that a man in grey trousers & a pink gingham button down shirt was standing next to me, replacing the ghetto brats’ father. No biggie, except he was leaning against the metal bars, so his butt was practically in my face, or the side of it at least. He was leaning on the bars so hard it looked like his butt cheeks were going to squeeze thru them. I was one tap away from telling him to get his a$$ away from my face, but I didn’t want to bring any more attention to myself. Luckily he didn’t stay on long…and he didn’t fart. I think that was his saving grace.

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~Izzy

Gotta Believe

Yesterday, I accidentally deleted the post I was writing about my morning commute. I’m still getting used to the program & learning as I go, with tips from one of my best friends, T.S.

The man pictured below got on the F train, which was abnormally crowded & got worse at each stop. He scouted the car for a seat like an eagle, without luck, of course. At one stop, he spotted a man get up from his seat across the car. “Wait! Excuse me, excuse me!” he said loudly, as he tried to make his way to the prized seat. Another man, one considerably closer quickly sat down. “Aw, man,” he said to no one in particular, sighing with disappointment. A man sitting close to him must have felt bad for him & offered him his seat. “Thank you, thank you, sir” said the first man, genuinely grateful to get a seat. Then he proceeded to make himself comfortable & enjoy his ride.

What I witnessed, a man giving up his seat, for another man no less, is practically unheard of, specially during rush hour. I’ve seen pregnant women ready to pop standing in trains because no one has the courtesy to give up their seats to them. It goes to show that no matter how jaded New York may be, there are still people willing to sacrifice small comforts & those who deeply appreciate those little sacrifices. Maybe that man, who’s obviously a HUGE Mets fas, is on to something wearing wearing that shirt. Sometimes, you “Gotta Believe.”

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~Izzy

Oxygen Deprivation

Another morning commute bit:

As the F train opened its doors at 2nd Avenue in Manhattan, a preacher-like voice filled the car. “Oxygen deprivation! If you stay in this train, you will suffer oxygen deprivation! It’s a scientific fact that fat people use up more oxygen! Fat people! Oxygen deprivation!” He was so loud I could hear him over the sounds of my Temple Run game on my earphones. I was glad when the doors closed, sealing off any more crazy talk. I think he’s the one who suffered oxygen deprivation, LOL!

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~Izzy

Loud Cell Phone Talker

Today, during my morning commute, an older Peruvian woman got on at Kings Hwy, cell phone against her ear. She was running her mouth like she was competing in a NASCAR race. Luckily, I had my earphones handy so I quickly protected my ears from the auditory assault.

People talking loudly on their cell phones is one of my subway riding pet peeves. I’m sure many feel the same way. I mean, no one wants to hear your business. And who the hell are you calling at 8:00am to have such animated conversations? If someone called me that early I wouldn’t pick up, unless it was my mother. But she wouldn’t be calling me from a train. Cell phone talking is one of the things I’ll put on a subway etiquette list. Thank God for earphones!!

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~Izzy

“Throw Out My Friend”

Today I was heading home on the Q train & there was a Turkish lady talking loudly on her cell phone. She sounded really upset & kept repeating “Throw out my friend!” I thought, wow, with a friend like that, who needs enemies? She kept screaming into her cell, making a spectacle of herself. “…Broke up!” “Throw in trash!” “No throw air” that’s when I thought, what the hell?! Sure enough, a few moments later she starts yelling “Excuse me, excuse me!! Throw away my fan!”

Man, all that yelling for a broken fan, in broken English, no less! LOL!!

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~Izzy