Current thoughts:
Ever leave the house and realize 10 minutes later that you really should have added a belt to your pants? Now, it's too late to turn back. So, you spend the rest of the day tugging up your pants. On some days, you even refrain from being obligated to carry anything in your arms for fear that you will unintentionally expose your drawers (or bare ass) to a couple dozen people on the street.
Why do people feel the need to impatiently wait for the doors of the train to open and immediately bumrush those of us trying to get off? Is that just a New York thing? I understand you've had a long day and would like to get a seat, but you can't get one if you don't let me off. So, move bitch. Get out the way. Then maybe you can plop your fat ass on the dirty subway seat and be proud that you fought (and made it) through those obnoxious people who tried to get OFF your train car in order to make room for YOU.
While we're on a subway rant, this problem was brought up by my sister. Why do we(you know you do it!) descend the steps into the subway station, get to the platform and proceed to the edge of it in order to look down the tunnel to see if it's approaching the station? You can usually hear(and feel) the large, fast train coming. So, chillax people. It's not gonna get here any faster by you telepathically willing it to.
Escalators. Has anyone else noticed that when escalators are broken we complain about having to walk up the now stairs, but when they actually work we voluntarily walk/sprint up them like we suddenly have somewhere really important to be?
We are a people who are never satisfied.
Good night and good day, my little chickens
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