I love how the MTA is going my way. Last time I checked I wasn’t taking a train to a mani/pedi spa. If I’m sitting next to you, I don’t want your clipped nails in my bagel – or worse, embedded in my cream cheese only to be discovered two stops later. The only click/click I want to hear is the sound of wheels over rail. The only chewing I want to witness is a train conductor ripping you a new one…or the Beard Papa that you bring on board. The only -cure I want to see is an end to the A shuttle bus.

I’m seeing something, and I’m saying something.

- Brought to by a Barnes and Noble panel and Dr. Zizmor