NYC Subway Etiquette 101.
One would think it's an unspoken rule that subway comradery is a misdemeanor since, as most New Yorkers can relate, transit commuters tend to err on the side of straight-up-rude. During rush hour, Grand and Canal (Street) stops are notorious for riot-like bombardments during which patrons hoping to exit the car risk the possibility of missing their stop. When seats actually are available, the joyous feeling of having won something unexpected (synonymous with winning five cents on a scratch-n-sniff) is quickly dissipated by the realization that hours-old droplets of an inconsiderate coffee drinker have tainted the well-deserved (and much-needed) prize. Pregnant women? Don't get your hopes up. Feeling sick? I dread the day. And yet we suck it up because payback's a biatch and it sure beats the Wheels on the Bus. Enjoy!
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