Monday, August 9, 2010

Mass Transit Suckfest


Oh my the NYC subway system, like a moving snake monument dedicated to all the sleepy Mexicans and rude chinks. Granted a Mexican in a fetal position takes up only one seat, but you still have to deal with the risk of him having a dream of crossing the border which results in his little feet kicking you. As for the chinks..... fuck..... wow....... you really don't see all these people exiting the train? Must you yell to the other zipperhead on the other side of the car? Train Stations and platforms do not disappear there is absolutely no reason every Chinese person must shove you and push you out of the car before they are stuck on the scary chink eating train that might devour their soul and force them to lose face. Don't fucking touch me either when I'm holding the pole, get your fucking yellow pinky off my beige thumb and please Ms. just because you have a huge bag of oranges and Chinese food doesn't mean you are allowed to relax with the pole placed firmly between both your ass cheeks. I think the only fun time on a train is when you walk into a train car and are suddenly transported inside a gypsy caravan or sometimes it's a front row seat at Showtime At The Apollo. Also a train car does not give you freedom to speak on your phone as if you are completely alone, I certainly don't care that Jermaine couldn't cash his welfare check and now you and Tracey have to sell your kids because you need them applebottom jeans and the boots with the furs. Everyone should be given a private booth when riding the subway, I'm sorry but no I don't want to get sandwiched in between the Spanish crackhead lady and the Chinese woman with the humongous neck tumor. I'd by a car but then how would I get home when intoxicated. Also I know I didn't complain about the whites because how can something bother you on the train when it has it's back is always turned to you especially in time of an emergency.

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