Oh, the dear MTA system. The ipod doesn't go loud enough to cut out the Mexican playing his guitar. Today for example, I had the pleasure of not one, but TWO subway celebrity artists. The older male sitting next to me leaned in to be able to hear my iPod instead. Unfortunately for me, his odor level reached the worst case of 2011 so far.
I also cannot tolerate rush hour. I am barely able to squeeze through people with a bag that's usually half my size and the 7 people holding on to one pole sometimes hold my hand instead. I try to pretend my balance is top notch so I don't have to hold theirs back, but once in a while it's inevitable. Most of the time, I am wearing heels which make these missions so much more difficult.
There are rare occasions that I get lucky in the mornings to sit my tooshy and rest my feet. Usually, by the time the Q reaches my departing destination, I am "holding hands on the pole". I try to read to occupy the time instead of staring around and being creeped out by every other person. I literally had a guy stand in front of me on a semi-lucky morning when I got to sit down and stared at me the whole time right in the face. I don't get uncomfortable easily, but this was certainly something.
I can understand people putting on an occasional layer of lipstick, but to come in looking like Frankenstein and leaving the train like a barbie, that just blows my mind. How does a girl manage to do a full face makeover on a moving train? I am talking about foundation, mascara, EYELINER (does that not sound dangerous?). Then she made a perfect braid and turned it into a perfect bun. Practice must have made this task perfect.
And hot food? No, it is not okay for you to eat Chinese food on a 6PM rush hour train. Whoever told you it is, LIED.
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