St. Patrick's Day

To the guy on the train that started celebrating a little early... it may have been better for you had you just stayed on the floor.

Watching your drunken meandering down the aisle while the train was in motion gave us a physical comedy routine that Chevy Chase would have envied.  It looked like the floor of the train was a bouncy house and you were an intrepid seven year old.

The business man that you sat on could not have been nicer, though we could tell he was having a very hard time holding in his laughter.  The woman who's lap was introduced to your face was a little less jovial, but she was at least wearing pants.  Every one of us dove out of the way when it looked like the beer you had an hour ago was about to make an appearance.  When, finally, you managed to find an empty seat and attempted to sit in it, it would have been better for you had you stayed on the floor.

For us, however, it was hysterical.  Many people offered to help you, but your inebriated curses left no one willing.  We were, however, completely willing to watch you make a fool of yourself trying to get your butt in that seat, and several people cheered when you were escorted off the train by a lovely police officer, who could not hold back his tears of laughter.

St. Patrick's Day is always an adventure in New York, especially on public transportation.  This year was no exception.

So, to the guy on the train that was too drunk to stand, I hope the hangover is a good one.