The storied ‘L’ train in Chicago sure has a lot of don’ts.
Don’t solicit. (Expected.)
Don’t eat. Surprising…but DC prohibits food on their subway, too. I know someone who got a ticket while visiting.
Don’t gamble. WHAT?? Now we have seriously crossed a line.
Gotta have my shell game.
Posted in Humor, Life, subway, trains, transportation, Travel
Tagged chicago. L train, eat, food, gamble, Humor, life, rules, shell game, solicit, transportation, Travel
I see these little hand sanitizer clip ons all over the place. Today it was the subway.
While I personally think hand sanitizer is ruining the planet, I am entertained by the fact it has earned a place on the outside of people’s bags.
Why not makeup? Or the lip balm that some folks are so addicted to? Or even better, candy or gum?
Purcell beat ’em to it. And we all have to look at it.
Gum would be better.
Posted in Commentary, Food, Health, Humor, Life, transportation
Tagged cabdy, commentary, gum, hand sanitizer, Health, Humor, life, lip balm, Makeup, Purely, subway, transportation
Even after living in New York City almost 10 years now, I am still guilty of making eye contact with strangers and smiling at people on the subway, which is especially confusing to the natives.
Perhaps I should get this put on a tee or sweatshirt as some small means of explanation?
Then again, I might just get beat up.
Posted in Humor, Love, New York City, Relationships, transportation
Tagged eyes, Humor, life, New York City, smiles, Southern, subway, sweatshirt, tshirt
There was an ad in the subway today for the latest exhibit at the Museum of Sex, entitled Hard Core: A Century and a Half of Obscene Imagery.
It’s not that difficult for me to imagine that such pictures exist, especially at this particular venue. But for the museum itself to use the word obscene to describe the art it displays seems like an argument against its own credibility.
Then again, you do have to pay to get in…
So I guess the marketing department knows what they are doing.
Posted in Advertising, Art, Commentary, Entertainment, Humor, Life, New York City, transportation
Tagged advertising, art, commentary, entertainment, Ew York, hard core, Humor, life, Museum of Sex, subway, transportation
“We’re visiting from Arizona.”
“Our town is about an hour outside of Tucson.”
“We took the ferry to the Statute of Liberty, and now we have to meet our daughter up at 96th and Broadway, so we’re taking the train up there. Hopefully we are on the right train — is this the right train?”
“We’ve found our way around the city pretty well so far…at least, I think we have.”
None of these comments are that remarkable…typical tourist conversation on the subway.
What is remarkable was this lady’s projection. I was all the way at the other end of the subway car, and it was like she was standing right in front of me.
The person she was talking to? Never caught a syllable.
One thing’s for sure — she will ever get lost in the city. Her family will be able to hear her coming and going.
Posted in communication, Family, Humor, New York City, tourism, transportation
Tagged Arizona, communication, conversation, daughter, family, ferry, Humor, i can hear you, megaphone, New York City, Statute of Liberty, subway, tourists, transportation, Tucson, vocal projection
The subway ride home from work was really crowded today. So I was forced to stand, my arm stretched to hold the upper rail.
The gentleman sitting on the bench directly in front of me dozed off. His head began to dip lower and lower. Eventually the top of his head hit me in the stomach.
He jumped. I I jumped. But he didn’t wake up completely, so pretty soon his head fell back down and hit me in the stomach. This continued for another two subway stops.
Then I moved my purse so it hung in front of my stomach. The next time his head dipped, it encountered cold, black leather.
That seemed to do the trick. He woke up, stood up and got off the train at the next stop.
Heads up, buddy.
Posted in Business, Humor, Life, subway, trains, transportation
Tagged Business, crowds, head nodding, heads up, Humor, leather, life, MYA, NYC, purse, sleeping, subway, subway stop
My ride to work this morning was long and slow because of an incident on one of the subway tracks. So I spent a lot of time with my fellow riders.
You’ve heard of ‘resting bitch face?’ One of ladies in my subway car had ‘resting stink face.’
My apologies to Emma Stone, but she looked much like this the entire ride.
Her expression didn’t change. She looked around. She read her paper. She searched for gum in her purse. All the while — resting stink face.
I found myself sniffing the air, trying to find the source of her disgust, but could find nothing more than the usual subway aromas.
Suddenly resting bitch face seemed calm and serene.
Posted in Business, Humor, New York City, transportation, Travel
Tagged aroma, Business, chewing gum, disgust, Emma Stone, expression, Humor, MTA, New York City, newspaper, purse, resting bitch face, resting stink face, smell, sniff, stink, subway, transportation, Travel