Daniel.
BK to NJ, but always a New York Knicka
Early morning and late evening rush hour....few things like it.
Let's appreciate the inner beast that comes out of folk once they're enclosed in tight space....
Typically it's been the hoodest of females that I see go off on people on the train...but every now and then....every now and then there's that rarity....that Big Foot...that 4 leafed clover....CAC on CAC subway rage
There's something about that well-spoken, entitled "Hey Buddy!" rage that cannot be denied
I'm on the F Line and it's fairly packed around 8:20am or so. Train pulls into 7th Ave and there are a few older, white men already making up a good majority of the section I'm standing in. Their over-sized, ill fitted suits hang off of them - sweat trickling from their balding, Costanza horse-shoe shaped heads as they read the financial section of the New York Times, a
face never too far away.
The train pulls in and people are starting to push their way through...a typical morning...until those famous, utterly delicious words are said -
Incoming CAC from outside the train door-
can you guys move in a little bit in the middle?
Current Passenger CAC -
we're already in as much as we possibly can be.
*crowd shifts, allowing incoming CAC to squeeze his way in*
Incoming CAC -
already moved in as much as you can, huh?
Current Passenger CAC -
fukk YOU.
Collective, non-confrontational CACS near by -
Incoming, now fellow passenger CAC -
Current Passenger CAC -
Incoming, now fellow passenger CAC in an emasculated, lowered, muffled tone -
Well, when the train is packed I'm sure you try to get everyone to squeeze in, too.
Current Passenger CAC -
*goes back to reading his paper*
Collective, non-confrontational CACS and passengers near by now seeing this situation has been slightly diffused -





Me standing across from them all -



Share your fukkery.
Let's appreciate the inner beast that comes out of folk once they're enclosed in tight space....
Typically it's been the hoodest of females that I see go off on people on the train...but every now and then....every now and then there's that rarity....that Big Foot...that 4 leafed clover....CAC on CAC subway rage

There's something about that well-spoken, entitled "Hey Buddy!" rage that cannot be denied

I'm on the F Line and it's fairly packed around 8:20am or so. Train pulls into 7th Ave and there are a few older, white men already making up a good majority of the section I'm standing in. Their over-sized, ill fitted suits hang off of them - sweat trickling from their balding, Costanza horse-shoe shaped heads as they read the financial section of the New York Times, a
face never too far away.The train pulls in and people are starting to push their way through...a typical morning...until those famous, utterly delicious words are said -
Incoming CAC from outside the train door-
can you guys move in a little bit in the middle?Current Passenger CAC -
we're already in as much as we possibly can be.*crowd shifts, allowing incoming CAC to squeeze his way in*
Incoming CAC -
already moved in as much as you can, huh?
Current Passenger CAC -
fukk YOU.
Collective, non-confrontational CACS near by -

Incoming, now fellow passenger CAC -

Current Passenger CAC -

Incoming, now fellow passenger CAC in an emasculated, lowered, muffled tone -
Well, when the train is packed I'm sure you try to get everyone to squeeze in, too.Current Passenger CAC -
*goes back to reading his paper*
Collective, non-confrontational CACS and passengers near by now seeing this situation has been slightly diffused -






Me standing across from them all -



Share your fukkery.
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that cac on cac outrage truly is amazing