Monday, September 27, 2004

Subway Story

It was bound to happen eventually. You all know I love my city dearly, but there are certain things you just have to accept when you live here. One is that Corn Flakes cost $6. Another is that you are going to see unpleasant things on the subway.

I've had my share of subway experiences, especially when I lived up in Washington Heights and I had to ride for extended periods above 96th St. Vomit, homeless people who smell like urine, nudity, unidentifiable unpleasant smells, belligerent angry drunk people, plenty of crazies, unbearably hot or cold cars... but yesterday I had the worst experience yet.

My lovely, starving boyfriend Jason and I were going to our friends' place for game night and we ran downstairs at 14th St. to catch the just-about-to-leave 2/3. We walk in, and the doors close behind us just as we notice to our right is a big pile of mocha brown human feces. Yes, someone had decided that the perfect place to relieve themselves of the dinner from the day before was in the corner of my subway car. We tried to escape to the back of the car, but the odor wafted back and we were stuck with it. We were trapped with the poo. The image and smell are burned into my mind.

So that was my least favorite subway trip ever. When we got off at Times Square they had been cleaning the station, and let me tell you, the smell of industrial strength cleaners has never smelled so good.