Commuter Contempt

There are no words that can express how annoying it is to stop at Fairfield CT as the last stop on an express to Grand Central. The train could be empty before arriving here and the thing would still fill the fuck up. I’m talking people standing, every seat taken, similar to Thanksgiving or some shit. Just ri-goddamn-diculous is all. But it’s not really Fairfield’s fault at all. It’s Metro North’s. Fuck you Metro North for not adding some trains on this always packed ride, you cunts.

I give you a fucking $1.25 tip EVERY time I get a beer from you. And what do I get in return? “Here are some napkins.” Thanks. Just what I need with my beer. Napkins. Today I was scrapin’ the proverbial couch coushins for a beer after a long day at work. So I gave you a twenty-five cents for a tip. And what does a quarter get me? For starters, no napkins. And for not starters, a bad vibe to go along with your bad attitude. Yup, that makes me want to break the bank to tip your ass. Fuck you. I’m grabbing my own napkins from now on. It’s not even like they’re on a high shelf somewhere, or even out of the way. No. They sit right there on your cart. The only reason we interact is because the beers are ridiculously cheap. I bid you a g’day sir.