I don’t know who you are. I know you may have had a rough day at work. Maybe, even you got that call from your boyfriend saying that he is boning your cousin. I have rough days. We all do. You don’t think I want to bust open a buffet of Chinese food being bummed the Knicks got embarrassed at MSG? I exercise a bit of restraint whenever possible. Especially, if it involves me dealing with personal issues.
But crying while eating a sandwich on a subway is just stupid. I don’t mind crying. I am not one to judge when is the right time for an outpour of emotion. But please put the sandwich away! I don’t want to sit next to you while you nosh on what seems to smell like an onion, feta and sweatsock sandwich. The incessant crumbling of the sandwich paper, coupled with your constant moving in your seat are unnecassary. The seats on the subway will never comfortable! It’s bad enough I got Joey Wall Street Journal keep stepping on my feet.
*Note – I don’t know who the girl in the picture is, it just fits the story.- MamaLaPenga