Am I mean?
I am so tired of the it’s ‘SHOWTIME’ kids performing acrobats and magic tricks on the train with the iPod attached to a stereo speaker. Now I can’t hear anything and I’m forced to be entertained.
Is it just me, but that little disclaimer about your motivation for disturbing my peace of mind,i.e, ‘you’re dancing on the train to stay out of trouble’ orthat you could be ‘robbing me’, isn’t really a selling point.
I mean a definite A for creativity but it’s 6pm and while your work day has just began mine has just ended.
I’m on the first leg of my commute home.
I know you need to make your money but I also like the little comfort and air condition that $2.25 gets you at the end of the day.
Then of course the mariachi band is up next on the 1 train from 59th to 125th EXPRESS, no stops. I’m trapped.
Or the homeless guy that lives, eats, sleeps and sh*ts on the bench that is strategically located near your exit at the station.
The Haitian spastic preacher yelling at the WALL Street Guys who are incidentally on the 6 line, you know, near WALL Street, and not on this train.
And God forgive me but all I keep hoping is that this dude doesn’t pass out and cause a delay.
Finally the worst and most flagrant violation of my commute: The GROWN A** man pimping his kids’ smile to sell FRUIT ROLL-UPS, ROLO’s, and other candy I haven’t seen in years.
I hate the train sometimes!
Finally, CHAMBERS Street where the PATH Train is quite and no one is trying to sell or solicit your for anything.
Go JERSEY, yeah I said it!