4 out of 5 New Yorkers prefer subways to vampires

I almost walked 1.4 miles to Trader Joe’s yesterday, but decided against it a few minutes in.  Therefore I found myself on the 2 train, an uneventful ride.  My return on the 2, however, was much more interesting.

The Scene: I just barely make the train, as I’ve never gotten on at that stop and wasn’t aware I’d already made it to the Brooklyn bound side of the platform.  Therefore, my choice of car and of seat were compromised by my desire to just hop on and go.  I sat between a sleeping man and a woman with both a stroller and a young girl.  The baby in the stroller was happily giggling as her mom dangled a big stuffed animal.  The little girl seemed pretty happy too.

Until the sippy cup fell on the floor.

It rolled by my feet, and I felt it was my civic duty to pick it up and hand it to the mother, so she didn’t have to get up to retrieve it.  For the record, I didn’t see where the fall originated, whether the baby was holding it, whether it was in the stroller, or whether the sister was in possession of it.  I got a big old “oh, thank you so much!” from the mother in a sincere tone.  She seemed grateful.

And then she proceeded to hit her daughter (the non-baby, the one sitting next to her), with said cup.  And it looked like she hit her pretty hard.  I didn’t understand how she went from sweetly thanking me to taking out her irrational anger about the sippy cup drop on her daughter.  The damn cup was empty anyway, the baby wasn’t going to be drinking from it!

She practically pushed her off the train at the next stop, but once again thanked me very nicely before she left.  I kind of just stared and nodded.

Ohhh, what a lovely evening on the 2 train.

In other subway woes, since I don’t ride the F train as frequently anymore, I trust my friend Clare to keep me posted.  Sure enough:

there was a guy smoking on the f train. f my life…literally.

Come on, F train, get some class!