You see a lot of weird things on the subway: people eating everything from greasy fried chicken to sushi, making out, sleeping, dancing with and without the poles, fighting…
Since moving here, I’ve gotten more and more shameless about what I do in public. Most of NYC life is getting where you need to be, along with millions of strangers. I know I probably won’t run into the same assortment of people again. So why be embarrassed about plucking my eyebrows on the train? (They really needed it). Or flossing my teeth as I’m walking down the street? (I’d just eaten a sandwich and the friend with me didn’t bat an eye).
But I hadn’t seen anything this funny in all my public transportation experience. And by “funny,” I mean funny to me and all the passengers who are not the woman with the toilet paper hanging out of her pants. For her, this is just well, more reason to be abashed than if she farted while standing clear of the closing doors please. At least you can blame that on the crazy, toothless guy growling at the tourists from Iowa.
I’ve never plucked my eyebrows on the train, but I’ve certainly worn sandals and carried my heels with me, and then changed into the heels before my stop (without ever putting my feet on the nasty train floor, of course).
a nice person would have told the lady about the paper