The Morning Ride

I'm in the City today and have the pleasure of subway commuting with the masses at rush hour. Maybe I'm getting spoiled by the cushy comfort of my morning drive to Connecticut, but today's ride was rife with unpleasantness.

So to the person who decided to release a highly noxious fart in the jam packed confines of an overheated subway car, shame on you. To the woman pressed into the seat next to me who reeked of cabbage and celery, please ask a family member to do a sniff test on you before you step out the door. To you, boorish man so obsessed with your blackberry that you completely block the door for people entering and exiting, if you actually looked up, you'd see there were other people on the train besides you. To that street person badgering the masses for a dollar, consider panhandling when you can actually walk the length of the subway car without forcing people into the wall so you can get through to ply your pitch. And to you, obnoxious teenagers who don't understand the expression "use your indoor voice," may you all be struck mute for a good day or two. Or three.

Oh, I'm just loving humanity today.