Select Bus Ticket Machine Woes

One of my former high school classmates, RR, posted the following Facebook status last night. I saw it this morning and thought it would be a great post here. He graciously allowed me to use it…Thanks, RR!!

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I can understand his frustration. Those “Select Bus” ticket machines are a-holes! If they’re not misreading or unable to read your ATM/credit card, they’ll double charge you, they’ll do what it did to RR or his friend, who’s card the machine stole. You’d think that with the $1 they’re charging to get a new card, they’ll have the funds to make sure the machine work properly, not steal from you! And good luck dealing with customer service!!!

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

~Izzy

Seat A-Hole

This guy on the 5 train  just couldn’t move over six inches so the woman in pink wasn’t forced to be squished against the side bars. That made him a-hole of the day on Friday!
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~Izzy

Yellow Toenails

A while ago I was on the F train heading to my former Brooklyn home, when something caught my eye…a man’s severely yellow toenails. At first I thought he had a really bad case of nail fungus, which would’ve been gross of him to leave exposed. Men’s feet are ugly enough without fungal matter growing on them. But as I looked carefully at his toenails (I couldn’t help it, they were so yellow!!), I realized he had purposely painted them with a translucent yellow nail polish. Now, don’t get me wrong, I’m all for men getting pedicures. If you’re going to wear shoes that expose your feet, you must get a pedicure. But what would possess this man to choose a color that would look horrible even on women’s toes?!

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

~Izzy

Gut Spillage

I don’t understand what some women consider to be cute, sexy, or their concept of a well put together outfit that suits their bodies. The woman pictured below obviously thinks she looked good in her horrible outfit. Apparently it’s “hot” to have gut spillage over ill-fitting low-rise jeans with visible panty lines. Maybe I didn’t get that memo, lol.


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

~Izzy

Calling the Cops

Last night, on my way home from my parents, three big, busty Latin women got on the 2 train I was riding for the first portion of my trip. They were dressed all in black, revealing too much of their excess skin, obviously on their way back from a party, judging from their faded, runny makeup. Their loud, ghetto voices filled the car before they had even set foot inside…

“He better not do that sh*t to me! Ma kids & mutha are there!” – BBLW #1

“You need to call the cops on his a$$!” – BBLW #2

“I’m gonna call the cops on him!” – BBLW #1

“Yeah, you always say that but you never do. You need to call the cops & do it for real!” – BBLW #3

“I’m gonna call them! My babies & my mutha are there! He can’t do that in front of them. They got nowheres to go!” – BBLW #1

“I’ll go with you.” – BBLW #3

“I’ll go with you too.” – BBLW #2

“I’m gonna grab my stuff & take my kids & moms outta there!” – BBLW #1

“We’ll help you carry stuff out.” – BBLW #3

“I ain’t dressed for a move or a fight, but I gotta small sweater & I’ll take off my earrings, just in case.” – BBLW #2, who for her size had small chest, but was wearing a top so low-cut her sagging little boobs were almost drooping out of it.

“I’m gonna call the cops on his a$$!” – BBLW #1

That was the last part of the conversation before they got off the train, their voices trailing after them. I bet she didn’t call the cops though. She probably just made a big scene with her friends squawking behind her.

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

~Izzy