Today, M.R. & I were on our way to fill our cravings for DUB pies–addictive Australian/New Zealand-style savory pies, I recommend you try them. When we got on the F train, we saw that a man had hung his wet shirt & jacket on the middle bars, as you can see in the picture below:
I don’t know how his clothes got wet like that. It wasn’t raining, not yet at least. Unless he took a dip fully clothed at Coney Island, lol.
To make our train ride more “interesting”, there was a big group of early-20-somethings who were obviously not locals, sitting pretty much across the entire car. They were talking loudly, obnoxiously yelling at each other across the car, & laughing up a storm. Every so often one of them, usually a girl, would burst out laughing in a way that resembled a yappy dog barking. The sound just made you cringe as your auditory senses died a little. Needless to say we were relieved to get away from them when we got off at our stop.
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