Semi-Mindless Prattle
Spilling Over
I’m sure by now everyone knows how much I love the subway system in New York. Whenever I leave the city I get all twitchy because I have to rely on other sources of transportation and don’t have the freedom of movement that I have here in the city. But despite this fact, occasionally the people on the subway just completely get on my nerves.
For example, why, for the love of god, is it necessary to get your double-half-caf-venti latte before you get on the train? The subway isn’t a commuter train from someplace out of the city where you’re on for an hour and you’re in a seat. The people with the coffees always get on at the busiest stations while trying to hold onto three bags, one of which usually contains a small yappy dog. They squeeze into the crowded cars dropping bags and trying not to fall over. Seriously people, why the hell can’t you wait fifteen minutes and drink your coffee, say, at your desk where you aren’t at risk of spilling it all over the people around you? You only have two hands and Fluffy the Frizz Dog is trying to bite me.
And you people who refuse to hold on to a bar on the subway? You need to get a grip, literally. The subway isn’t a smooth ride. Our 100 year old tracks have erratic turns and bumps which can make staying upright a little tricky. Yes, you’re SO cool because, like a surfer, you’re able to stay on your feet without grabbing a bar. But in doing so you sway and stagger around, attempting to look cool, and threatening to fall on me at any moment. I can’t stand the tension. Even if you don’t fall I can’t concentrate on my book because you might fall.
Can anyone tell that I’m grumpy this morning?
