It is common knowledge that I have certain issues with people’s behavior on the subway, but the coffee thing drives me fucking batshit. Dood, next to me was not only sipping java from an old school cup (because he is obviously too cheap to convert to a proper Starbucks sippy-cup lid) but he continued to rest the cup on the subway car floor between his feet.
This all increased the chances that he could spill on me should the train suddenly come to a halt, as NYC trains do. You know that I would then have to beat him senseless and as a black Mouse, that means jail time.
So, if you are a subway rider that must have coffee in the morning you have three choices.
- Drink it at home, before you leave, like a civilized person.
- Wait until you get to your place of work.
- Drink it on the train where there is a chance that I might pummel you.
Seriously, it’s your choice.
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Wow. More reasons I’m glad I don’t drink coffee. I feel for you, man.