Ever since the husband got a ticket for walking between cars on a parked subway (see here for details on this outrage), he has become an insufferable traveling companion. Now, every subway journey is accompanied by chatter that sounds like this:
See that, three illegal soda drinkers over there.
Every time the train turns a corner that man leans against the door illegally.
I just saw that woman take a photo with her phone. Illegal.
French fries on the train, stunning.
Look at how dirty the trains are, good thing those cleaning people at 8th Ave use their time so energetically.
And so on. And so on.
1 comment:
hahahhah, jill i love your blog
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