Homeless man smoking In 45th Street Station. We'll cut him some slack.
Oreo packet, rip'd open and crush'd on the subway floor. Tragic. —for the kid in all of us
Was fortunate enough this morning to have some friends driving to Woodside at 6:00 am to catch the Long Island Railroad into Penn Station. Though our train was running 14 minutes late, it was still a pretty quick trip into the city. I walked to the office from Penn
It's a sad failing of mine, I know, but I'm afraid I can't get out of everyone's way at once. This is only a problem because you wouldn't let me get to the empty space at the center of the
See, if you would move into the empty space at the center of the train, I wouldn't have to bump you trying to get to the empty space at the center of the train myself.
So I'm getting onto an extremely crowded 6 train this morning at 59th St./Lexington, moving smoothly across the train through the narrow corridor left in the wake of the commuters just debarked, when suddenly I trip and am falling, falling toward two stout women and a baby.
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