F Train
Every single day is filled with something different and interesting if you ride the F train. Yesterday was no different. Imagine this:
Rush hour (8:00 a.m.) smashed into a seat next to a woman that smells like garlic and roast beef, and adjacent to another woman crocheting. Crocheting woman screams, and jumps. Apparently a homeless girl next to her has rats running around in her sweatshirt. Upon looking closer I see that they are now crawling on this girl, outside of the sweatshirt. There was such a funny exchange between this girl and the crocheting woman. Oh what fun it is to ride...
Rush hour (8:00 a.m.) smashed into a seat next to a woman that smells like garlic and roast beef, and adjacent to another woman crocheting. Crocheting woman screams, and jumps. Apparently a homeless girl next to her has rats running around in her sweatshirt. Upon looking closer I see that they are now crawling on this girl, outside of the sweatshirt. There was such a funny exchange between this girl and the crocheting woman. Oh what fun it is to ride...