A Crappy Post for a Crappy Day
But I hate hate hate your laziness, with a passion.
Every single morning, I transfer from the L train to the N/Q/R/W. As I climb the stairs at Union Square, I can hear - and sometimes even see - a train in the station. And yet, you lazy fucking bastards continue to crawl your way up the stairs despite the fact that there's absolutely nobody in front of you to slow you down.
I could expect - and maybe even excuse - that behavior from a 75 year-old lady with a walker. But from a 22 year-old able-bodied trust-fund baby? Inexcusable!
You may live in your own little world, but I live in New York. Hurry the fuck up.
[Sorry, hipsters. I'm in a rotten mood, and you got in my way. No hard feelings, okay?]