Don't get me started on the subway, or more specifically other subway riders. Every day I take the #1 train from Canal St. to Penn Station, and every single day I have to fight my way off the subway because people waiting to get on the train can't grasp the concept of stepping out of the way for a minute. Do they think the train is going to leave as people are still exiting? And then there's always the one guy with the back pack who's the last person to crowd into the train. The door closes on his backpack and it takes 10 people to scream at him before he realizes he's holding up the whole train. Are people that oblivious to their surroundings? Oh...the backpack guy is also the guy playing his iPod so loud that people in the next car can hear. No wonder.....
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I can deal with New Yorkers in a hurry and expect them to push and shove and act as though no one else matters, but what chaps my ass is these people who walk from car to car annoying everyone asking for money, or even worse the ones who are just plain wacko. I sat across from some woman in her 40s about 2 years ago on the subway. She sat there staring straight at the floor for about 10 minutes, then all of a sudden sat straight up and started singing "I'm Popeye, the Sailor Man" at the top of her lungs. When she finished, she went back to staring at the floor. I realise this person was probably mentally ill and not just goofing off, but still the incident begged the questions: Who was she? Where was she coming from? More important, where was she going???
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