By now it’s a right of passage if you’re a New Yorker that you’ve probably come across or had your own little skirmish on NY’s public transport system. Call it asserting your mettle, your turf, or the fact you just ain’t gonna take shit. Or just a misguided ego.
That said, most of us have enough sense to let things go (never mind the niggling fear that the person you’re dying to whack over the head for being painfully obtrusive might be one of them out of control psychos who we will all be reading about later that evening on the news).
Which brings us to the present human interest story of let’s just bitch slap the hell out of each other whilst my baby rolls out in its stroller out the subway door saga.
Confused? Don’t be. Sit back and relish in the latest episode of NYC subway skirmish etiquette. At least tonight there is one kid out there who’s thankful that he was give a fine lesson of what it really means to have to grow up in NYC.
Shouldn’t your mother beat the crap out of someone next time they look at her the wrong way too?