i need you to sit down.
the following is going to make you scream.
so i’m sitting on the train coming home.
a ton of delays so it’s moving slow.
i’m in the corner seat by myself and it’s crowded af.
in front of me,
this dude is pressed up against this woman.
mid 20s-early 30s hood pineapple in a fly outfit.
from how it looked,
i thought they were together.
he was all up behind her.
i couldn’t see faces but i just saw their mid sections.
as the train was approaching my stop,
i see this thing start dripping in the floor.
i thought it was something dripping out the woman’s bag.
when i lookedddddddddddddddddddddd…
i’ve been through some “wtf” shit on the mta,
but yesterday took the cake.
for the outsiders,
the mta is new yawk’s train.
i’m use to the mta being an entire shit show of epic proportions.
it’s been “ain’t shit” for decades.
you trying to get somewhere on time,
but the train decides to do that sleep creep to every stop
sick passengers fuck up your train and the ones behind it
randomly stalling and everyone having it get off
i was trapped underground for about 2 hours…
inconsiderate jackals really burn my biscuits.
did the parents teach them any manners?
so the penguin clearly lives in new yawk.
after his life of crime,
he is “one of us” now.
so i’m standing on the train by the door,
minding my business,
it never fails when i’m early for work,
the mta makes me late.
my bosses don’t seem to realize that.
they take the metro north so they wouldn’t.
my job was talking about come in an hour earlier.
YEA TF RIGHT!
as with anyone in new yawk,
they know how unreliable the mta is.
it will legit have you vex af in the morning.
well prepare to be even more annoyed,
new yawk foxhole.
they about to do a decade of construction,
which means an absolute shit show ahead.
this is what the “daily mail” had to say…
in my life,
i know a vixen who jumped down on the tracks to get her phone.
i often wondered what i would do if something i own fell down there?
but i would probably cry.
this snow bunny knocked my phone clean out my paws the other day.
it nearly fell on the tracks.
i felt myself reacting.
she didn’t even apologize or offer to pick it up.
well a vixen jumped down on the tracks to get her bag last week.
a vix-bi sent me what happened to her via “the ny daily news”…
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