Spotted Waiting For The B62: (Priceless)

Contrary to what some might think yours truly exercises some semblance of ethics when photographing people on the street. It is neither my purpose nor my desire to laugh at people. Which brings me to this.

I cannot tell a lie: I had a lot of trouble suppressing a chuckle.

But given the rather, um, copious notices I spied when exiting the Crosstown Local at India Street this afternoon can you blame a man (or woman) for being dazed and confused— or dare I say: possibly a wee bit pissed off— by our mass transit system? This is the real Greenpoint, folks— and don’t you forget it!

Fortunately there are intrepid souls who see fit— quite literally—  to cut the crap.

CASE IN POINT: the Spring Street station in SoHo.*

Miss Heather

*Yes, that is a pile of human feces peeking out from under this flier-cum-asswipe.


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