Dear New York,
Please stop peeing in every nook and cranny of the New York City transit system. The scurrying rats, regular gusts of hot, moist air, piles of poo, expectorating teenagers and Bugaboos are quite enough. I don’t need the acrid stench of piss to greet me every morning like an over-eager puppy.
Love,
Recklesley
turns out i totally misunderstood that whole destiny’s child song.
The Chambers Street stop is by far the worst smelling stop in Manhattan. This, ironically, has a lot to do with the fact that it actually has a public restroom that is never cleaned and smells a lot like death.
Did you actually see piles of poo?
I saw a poo pile in the West 4th station on the A platform right next to the stairs going down to the F. There’s always something exciting in that corner, but one day it was poo.
what’s ironic about the public bathroom never getting cleaned?
it’s like raaaaaain on your wedding day! a free riiiiiiide when you’ve already paid… etc.
No I meant it was ironic that the smelliest station I’ve ever been to actually has a bathroom, so people aren’t pooing and peeing on the ground.
But they don’t clean it so it smells.
Dear Recklesley,
I’m sorry I pee and poop in subway stations throughout New York City. I didn’t realize it bothered anybody. I’ll try to stop, but when you gotta go, you gotta go. I’m sure you understand.
sincerely,
m.k.
The next time you see a pile of shit, lick it to make sure it’s not fudge.
I hate myself so much.
I’ve never loved you so much.
I really wish i had the balls to just whip it out and pee in the subway. I guess I’m just a pussy. Hmm, that’s a lot of genitalia talk there…