A New York Shitty Public Service Announcement: Hear Ye, G Trainers!

See this seat? It is located at the second bench on the Queens-bound platform of Crosstown Local at Metropolitan Avenue. Whatever you do, dear readers, do NOT sit in it. Why, you ask? Very simple. I was sitting next to this guy a short time ago. The operative word in the previous sentence is WAS. You see, I casually glanced over my shoulder to see this gent pull a full three inch long globber of snot out of his nose. Revolted— yet mesmerized— I could not turn away. It was like silly string. Or that magicians’ handkerchief trick. I had to know how it ended. And sure enough, I found out.

Not wanting to sully his slacks he wiped it smack dab on the seat next to his leg. Amusingly enough, after he divested both nostrils of unwanted “material” this chap whipped out a napkin to wipe off his hands and his iPhone. No need to muck up his game of Tetris due to “sticky fingers”, I suppose.*

Miss Heather

*Yes, after this rather disgusting public display of personal hygiene (?) he played Tetris.