Isn’t judging strangers fun? First, we took a look at the unique crazy that occurs on the Jitney. But now it’s time to bring out the big guns.
The New York City subway.
You’ve got the manspreaders, the loud talkers, the sunglass wearers...These are the ten people we just can’t take anymore.
You know the guy: takes up two seats just because his precious inner thighs are more important than any other human being.
Really? Not one of you will offer your seat to a woman who’s practically dilated?
But the one day we wear a maxi dress….
Variations include the side lean, the arm wrap and (worst of all) the butt-cheek grip.
The entire train car now knows that Jared from Tinder, like, never texted her back. Or that Mort has gout.
Annnnnd she just grabbed the pole with her nugget-encrusted fingers.
Cue the angry-conductor “LET THEM OFF” speech.
Even worse, the seated narcissist who forces you to let go of the pole before the (crazy-packed) train comes to a stop.
Dude, chill. A new one comes like every three minutes.
Go back to Murray Hill. Unless you're Bradley Cooper.
