Commuter Contempt

It’s tell me all about the many retards it’s had lean against it whilst on the bar car. Take me for example. I’m slightly buzzed, just wondering how many button-downs have had to lean against it to rub it’s beautiful black finish off. For starters, the train probably has been cleaned in 30 years, so I’m going to go with that as the standard amount of time.

What you see is what it looks like when the garbage can is removed from the bar car. God only knows how old that filth is, and he only knows what sort of bacteria is running rampant.

I don’t know about your trains, but my trains, are fucking filthy. I have to shower in Purel after riding them, and then still have to take a piping hot shower. And guess what? I pay over $320 a month to ride this shit! It outrageous. It’s also the only choice I have to get to NYC for work everyday. The MTA has my balls where they want them, and they’ll be raising prices soon. Cunts.

On the bar, which wasn’t active, but people still boozing it up. Train stops in Stamford CT for your average train stop. Homeboy jumps out of the car lights up a smoke real quick and puffs on it like he’s going to the electric chair.

This mofo needed a smoke THAT BAD. Really? You can’t make it over 70 minutes without a smoke? You really needed to jump out of the train and puff tough just to get your fix on? Bro, check out this new stuff Nicorette. It’s fucking gum. Which means you don’t have to jump out of the car during a station stop like a complete joneser and het your nicotine fix.

During the PM rush out of Grand Central, people would stab their mother with a rusty dildo just to get a few beers on the bar car. But in the morning time, it’s the exact opposite. People get so freaking pissed when that door opens to a bar car with minimal seating. HA! I say. Live by the gun, die by the gun, bitches.

Even the sign that once said “BAR CAR” got decimated. For some, that sign is the light at the end of the tunnel after a long day at work. However, like the shitty train it’s attached to, it just is unable to remain in piece after a ride. Same goes for many of the BC participants.

Cafe cars don’t do damage. Cafe cars sell coffee and fucking baguettes and shit. Not the MTA Bar Car motherfucker.

I aint hatin’. But this is one entrepreneurial bitch right here. She comes on the train and rummages through the garbages looking for cans. And guess what, she finds tons.No shortage of those fuckers on a Friday ride home. And she don’t give a fuck either. Have one sip left? Chug that shit, she needs it you bitch.

Every train car is packed, except this one car. It’s the bar car. And it’ snot even active. But I’ve learned that people would rather take their chances elsewhere than sit on this beast of a car. And to that, I say GOOD! Get the fuck out of here. More room for us.

And I”m not talking about me. I’m speaking of some odd dude who got on the bar car, and pitched up ON THE FLOOR sitting Indian style directly outside the bathroom. Now, I realize he put some shit on the floor to “protect” himself from whatever nasty elements are floating around this pool of germs, but where he is sitting has yucky blue poop water overflow the toilet all the time. I’m talking about random commuter poo and pee, mixed with some blue sanitation liquid rolling around all over the floor. And this guy is sitting right there. Think about it. What bathroom gets used the most on the train? Yup, the bar car bathroom.

To continue to beat a dead horse….And it was early when he sat down. Every seat in the bar car was open. And this mook said fuck it, I’m weird, my ass is sitting right hurr.

Moral of the story: to each their own…but that doesn’t make it not weird.

From what I remember, it was a rather tame bar car. Tame or not, the effect of many disgruntled comuters attempting to wash away their disdain for their jobs was evident. Beer bottles and cups were strewn around, and the fragrence of stale beer was intoxicating. Pass your judgments now, because it doesn’t really fucking matter. Bar Cars are all that is right with commuting.

A picture is worth a thousand words…

They best have one for me tonight. I just feel it. I want the fucking bar car TONIGHT. Aw, it’s all I have to look forward to today. Come baby, come, baby baby come come…you gotta give me cheap beer and you gotta give me some!

Some guy was charged $13 for a double vodka soda in a dixie cup. From the same cart where you can buy two pounders for just over $5. What a damn shame.