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Ass in face

No, that is not nearly as exciting as it sounds.
Yesterday morning, on the kind of R train that looks like an E… sitting on an edge seat, next to the little railing… a tour group gets on, an older woman with a GIGANTIC ass decides to SIT DOWN on the seat railing next to me.
Her entire butt SMUSHED INTO MY FACE.
I had to strain my neck to get my head as far from her ass as possible. I couldn’t breathe — I was experiencing claustrophobia.
I need to ask: WHO SITS ON THOSE? NOT A SEAT! And really, the rudest thing i have ever seen! She put her entire ass right in my face! Obviously she saw me sitting there — she just didn’t care.
Question to all: Have you ever seen anyone do this before? Use the railing that is there to prevent people from sliding off the seat as a CHAIR?

Inflatable punching bag, anyone?

Something else that annoys me in the subway. You are at the top of the stairs and people are coming up the escalator/stairs next to you, meaning they just exited the train that you hope to enter. But you are at the TOP of the stairs. These people are nearing the TOP of the escalator. You start running, risking sweat and breathlessness and fatigue. WHY??

So you can try to get on the same train these people got off. Here’s some news for you: You’re not gonna make it! Why bother? Why exert all your energy and dart down the stairs at high speed to make a train whose doors definitely already closed! If the people are nearing the top of the escalator, you missed your chance.

And don’t you know that trains come every few minutes, more often during rush hour which is when I specifically witness this phenomenon? After a guy wearing a do-rag (must have been extra sweaty under there!) ran as fast as his little legs could take him down the stairs, I couldn’t help but notice he (obviously) missed the train. He seemed annoyed. About 4 seconds later another train pulled into the station. I walked down the stairs at a normal speed, knowing there was no way I would make that first train. We both got on the same train; him tired and worn out, me just fine. Was it worth it? To save 4 seconds of his time?

Must have been a very important 4 seconds that do-rag man can never get back. 

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