The day after Christmas, I went with my dad, cousins, and Matt to The Museum of Natural History in Manhattan. We took the subway in from Queens, enjoyed a lovely pizza lunch, and spent the afternoon looking at all of the fantastic exhibits. (My favorite were the dinosaur bones…I remember that from going there on field trips!)
After transferring to the N train to get back to Queens, we were excited to find a mostly empty subway car during rush hour. And then, we were overwhelmed by a very, very foul smell. We then came to a horrible realization why the subway car was mostly empty: that smell was poop. At first I thought someone had just farted, but then the smell never went away and it was apparent that the stench was poop.
At that point, we had to decide what to do. Our choices were as follows:
1) Exit the subway car and get on one of the cramped ones.
2) Stay in the spacious, but stinky subway car and watch peoples’ reactions as they boarded.
My cousins enthusiastically opted for number 2. (No pun intended) It was like something out of “Candid Camera”…people walking in and exiting immediately, people wrapping their scarves around their noses and mouths, and taking out tissues to breathe through them.
I pulled my turtleneck over my nose and mouth and watched the horrified subway-riders. I laughed so heartily that my sides ached for hours afterwards.Filed under New England, New York, Uncategorized, gross stuff | Comment (1)