Loud Latinos

On the F train heading home and there are four Latino guys who I believe are from Columbia shouting about ESPN. They must be taking about some soccer game. They’re really loud and have no regard how loud they are talking especially the guy sitting next to me. His three friends are standing around and talking rather enthusiastically about some soccer match because some of the guys who are standing are reenacting soccer moves with kicks to an imaginary ball.

Hopefully these douche-heads are getting off at Continental-Roosevelt Avenue though not soon enough.

You push me, I push back

This morning, the platform for the F train was crowded but I was still able to claim in a spot I usually stand at. I stood between a white woman and an Asian man. The train pulled into the station and stopped where the door was in front of me. As I prepared to board the train, the woman next to me tried to push herself through me to try to get in front of the door. I certainly didn’t appreciate her pushiness and pushed back. I don’t know what the heck she was thinking. There was no way she could have gotten through me to standing before the door when she was standing behind me.

She stood on the wrong spot if she wanted to stand before the door when the train pulled in. And sometimes when you do stand in the right spot, the train doesn’t always stop where you expect them to stop.

On top of her thinking she could push pass me so she could stand before the door, she is shorter than me! Who the heck does she think she is!? Bitch!

Breath that smells like farts

A heavy set guy who looks like he is Indian or a paki. This guy is wearing two watches – I’m leaving toward paki…

He emits a gross odor and at first I thought it was coming out of his ass. In fact, it’s originating from his mouth. It smells like farts. Farts from a yellow cab when manned by a guy of indi-paki ethnicity. Every time he yawns, an air of curry farts wafts past me and I’m choking and gagging.

Why do these guys smell so bad?!

Hip hop buskers

One of the most annoying things about commuting via the NYC MTA subway system are the hip hop buskers that are blasting their music much too loudly especially during evening rush hour. Their dance moves are at times inconvenient especially when they need to clear the center aisle of standing passengers so they may perform their stunts and acrobatics.

And if you haven’t already encountered them on your commute, consider yourself lucky. What would be neat to see is an all female hip hop buskers.

Halitosis and fatness

You know you’re having a bad commute when a heavy set woman is standing next to you and doesn’t have the strength to support herself. By the way, she’s holding onto the overhead bar with both hands! As a result, she falls on you while you’re holding onto the overhead bar with one hand supporting yourself and barely able to keep yourself from collapsing when she knocks into you.

At first she boards the train and stands perpendicular with her back to me. I’m standing parallel with the length of the train reading the NYTimes on my iPhone. She’s got a huge ass and a head wrap that is also intrusive. What annoys me is she stands next to me as if I’m not there. The train is crowded but not packed.

Before that, a shorter lady had major halitosis! I mean, it was sickening how awful it smelled. Sometimes, I find that some women have worse breath than men. Some of these women’s breath are just vile. I don’t know how to describe other than when you’re hit with it, you’ll know what I’m talking about. The worse thing is that it lingers until you clean your nose and rinse your mouth. It’s the worse when you accidentally breathe in someone’s noxious breath.

Luckily, the lady with the putrid breath sat down when a seat became available. I eventually sat down when a seat became available so I’m not being bumped into by this largess woman who doesn’t understand how to hold on or stand next to people.

A couple a bad breaths

One evening, I was on the train heading home. A couple ended up sitting on either side of me. He was white. She was Asian. I was busy writing. When they spoke, I was hit by a waft of their bad breath. It started with him. And when she responded, I noticed her breath was no better. I could not stand their breaths and did not hide the fact that something stunk. They didn’t seem to care or understand because they continued to converse.

Shit on a train

During the morning rush hour, the F train pulls into the station and one car is empty with the exception of one passenger. When the door opens, there are two chunks of human shit on the floor. I noticed one woman who stepped in and then quickly backtracked covering her nose. I rushed to the next car and maneuvered my way into a spot where I could stand.

Just disgusting! I don’t think I’ve ever encountered a more disgusting moment in commuting on the New York City Subway System.

The lone passenger in the car home to human feces looked unsavory. He could be homeless and the culprit. Or maybe he is clueless to the smell and chunks of human poop. I think one other passenger may have boarded the car and took a seat on at the end of the car towards the head.

And then there’s the poor MTA worker who has to clean up the human pieces of shit and wash down the car. Ugh! I don’t think there is ever any amount of money one could be paid to clean up human feces.