Horrifying Subway Pics

My co-worker shared the following link with me. Don’t click if you have a weak stomach or are easily offended by graphic images containing fecal matter.

http://gothamist.com/2012/08/23/is_this_the_most_horrifying_subway.php?utm_source=Gothamist+Daily&utm_campaign=8e3c419a51-RSS_EMAIL_CAMPAIGN&utm_medium=email

All I can say is I’m glad I wasn’t on that train…

Feel free to post comments or share common experiences, whether in NYC or elsewhere.

~Izzy

Drunken Fool

Last Monday, I visited my parents after work. When I got on the Bronx-bound 2 train I quickly sat in the first available seat, knowing that it would be a long, crowded ride. What I failed to notice was the reason that seat was available. No one wanted to sit next to the overweight, blubbering drunk. He kept staring at an African-American woman sitting in front of us, mumbling in slurred Spanish. “Porque me ‘ta mirando?” “Why is she staring at me?” “Tan fea que e'” “She’s so ugly”. He kept repeating himself in intervals, like a scratch record. I just thought, crap, now I’m stuck next to this drunk fool, for God knows how long. Luckily he got off at 96th St, but he left with a bang. The bang of the door closing on him twice before he managed to stumble our of the car, lol.

Feel free to post comments or share common experiences, whether in NYC or elsewhere.

~Izzy

God Bless You Mami

The previous Friday, I was heading home after a farewell happy hour that lasted well into the evening 🙂 I managed to get a seat quickly & settled in for my long trip. As usual it got a crowded quickly. A Puerto Rican guy & an African-American guy stood in front of me. The Puerto Rican was doing most of the talking in their conversation. “I don’t care what they say! After I finish the program I’m gonna go out & smoke a blunt!” he kept rambling about how much weed he was going to smoke & how he would figure out how to make some money under the table for his supply. The other guy barely said anything, mostly laughed or grunted in agreement. The person sitting next to me got off & the Puerto Rican sat down. He turns to me & says “God bless you mami.” “Thank you,” I mumble in reply, not raising my eyes from my Temple Run game, trying not to encourage further conversation from him. “You have really nice skin.” A curt “thanks” was my reply. I felt him staring at me for a long moment. He finally realized he wasn’t going to get anywhere with me, so he turns back to his friend & starts talking about his cougar ex calling him saying she needed him for a night, even though she had gotten married. Supposedly she offered to pay for his transportation & some of his bills, just to see him.

I just thought, “Seriously? This guy tries to talk to women on the train after talking about getting his weed fix, then goes on to talk about a cougar ex who offered to be his sugar mama?” I don’t know who would fall that, but I certainly won’t, even if I were single, lol.

Feel free to post comments or share common experiences, whether in NYC or elsewhere.

~Izzy

No Gay Chicken

On a morning commute, I encountered a “preaching” bum (yes, bum, not a homeless person) who apparently wanted to share his “wisdom”. As soon as he entered the train, his voice boomed loudly, “There are no gay chicken!” Of course he caught a lot of a attention & “WTF” stares with his remark, but I’m pretty sure he was aiming for that. “There are no gay chicken!,” he repeated, for emphasis, I guess. “There are no gay chicken in Chick-A-Filet. If you want to get gay chicken, go to McDonald’s. Mickey D’s has your gay chicken & fish.” He got a couple of chuckles, but they stopped when he continued into an anti-gay & anti-women tirade, with biblical references. Needless to say, I was glad to get off that train, before I was forced to listen to any more of his nonsense.

Feel free to post comments or share common experiences, whether in NYC or elsewhere.

~Izzy