The past few weeks have been full of Only In New York-style stories – JonFoss told a story about a rat running up a pant leg, Kate saw a man smoking a cigar while throwing up on the sidewalk, only to later notice he had thrown up at regular intervals all the way down the block. But last night I finally had my moment too. A man peed in my subway car. Not between trains, not over the subway platform, but between 50th and 59th street stations on the 1 train, while sitting in his seat, he unzipped and peed right there on the floor. He did not look homeless either (although who knows, homeless people have cell phones these days so anything is possible).
I was on my way to see DeVotchKa at Terminal 5 which I was reviewing, of course. Only for New York.