Commuter Contempt

Taking the train home. Arrived early to set up shop - having grabbed myself a prime real estate seat. 

It had been raining all day in NY, so I am just waiting for some sort of commuter shit somewhere to hit the fan at any given time. But what happened next made it clear that it would most likely not. Manifesting before my eyes was the land of milk and honey of all train seats. A three seater with still water sitting on one seat. Water in the sense that the wet, shitty train car had leaked through the ceiling at some point during the day.

Quickly grabbing the inner-most seat I knew I would be by my lonesome, thankfully, for the entire ride home. Well, the ride home was fine. Great actually. But every point in between, before and at every stop sucked ass. When I tell you that I had to “warn” over twenty fucking people that there was water on the seat, it almost became tiresome. So fucking bad did I want to let one of these unknowing fucks sit in water, but I just could not bring myself to do it.

Surprisingly, most people were nice and appreciated my selflessness. However, there were a few ornery doucheheads that thought I was making this shit up. As if I dripped Poland Spring on the seat so I wouldn’t have to sit next to them. Not that I would not have… But I didn’t.

Bottom line, sitting next to no one on the train is fucking awesome! The raw deal is, most people suck. And you gain no value in being near them. So I leave you with this bit of sage advice… If it is raining out, arrive early and sprinkle water on the seat next to yours. Fuck it. You will be able to live with yourself afterwards. I know I will.