NY Subways are the Filthiest in the World
Sunday August 2, 2009 @ 09:43 PM
I think that homeless guy in the corner of the train car is dead. Friends, first of all I don't want to act like I'm an experienced world traveller. But I have seen the subway systems in Chicago and Washington DC and think that's enough support for the following statement...NY has the world's filthiest subway system.
Think about the last time you took a ride in the filthy express underground in NY. Chances are everyone in the car with you was clutching their purses/wallets as if they know the money-carrying items will soon be disappearing. As you looked around the car, you see a variety of people who look like they just lost everything at a poker table. In the corner is homeless Larry who just peed on himself post-mortem. Don't worry, that piss stream will be coming your way on the next turn.
But oh wait...here come the singing Jesus quartet from the local church (at least that's what they say). Oh, and what's this...they're asking for money in an old McDonald's bag. Half the car gives them money so they go away. Half of the car pretends they don't exist.
Oops, there's an armpit in my face from Smelly McBig Smell. And oops my hand accidentally slapped Mr. Important Blackberry who is asking his all-powerful phone if it's ok to see his family again.
Finally, here's my stop. I get out to the wonderful smell of more piss. Fresher piss. There goes a rat scurrying by, they sure are cute. Some young men are banging on pots and want me to make a donation so they can continue making more noise everytime I stop by in the future. As I make my way to the light of outside, another Mr. Important Blackberry runs into me...his phone told him to do it because he has to make this next train to satisfy his boss and the Microsoft Outlook calendar schedule gods. Finally I make it to the outside.
Now I realize that other subway systems are not perfect. But let's face facts, the NY subway system is the equivalent of rolling around in a septic tank.
Think about the last time you took a ride in the filthy express underground in NY. Chances are everyone in the car with you was clutching their purses/wallets as if they know the money-carrying items will soon be disappearing. As you looked around the car, you see a variety of people who look like they just lost everything at a poker table. In the corner is homeless Larry who just peed on himself post-mortem. Don't worry, that piss stream will be coming your way on the next turn.
But oh wait...here come the singing Jesus quartet from the local church (at least that's what they say). Oh, and what's this...they're asking for money in an old McDonald's bag. Half the car gives them money so they go away. Half of the car pretends they don't exist.
Oops, there's an armpit in my face from Smelly McBig Smell. And oops my hand accidentally slapped Mr. Important Blackberry who is asking his all-powerful phone if it's ok to see his family again.
Finally, here's my stop. I get out to the wonderful smell of more piss. Fresher piss. There goes a rat scurrying by, they sure are cute. Some young men are banging on pots and want me to make a donation so they can continue making more noise everytime I stop by in the future. As I make my way to the light of outside, another Mr. Important Blackberry runs into me...his phone told him to do it because he has to make this next train to satisfy his boss and the Microsoft Outlook calendar schedule gods. Finally I make it to the outside.
Now I realize that other subway systems are not perfect. But let's face facts, the NY subway system is the equivalent of rolling around in a septic tank.