Subway Etiquette 101 - Pass the mash potatoes please

Just 5 more minutes mom



A little more cheese please

 Just a random thought - why do people eat on the subways? I'm not talking about nibbling on a candy bar or putting a piece of gum in their mouths, but actually eating real food like they're sitting at grandma's on Thanksgiving day. I saw someone last night balancing an entire meal on their lap and eating a fried chicken dinner like they they were going to the electric chair & this was their last meal. And in between munches, they're touching their face, their nose, the seat, the railing and pretty much anything that's within reaching distance.

I always think to myself, " can't these people wait just a few more stops to get off & get food above ground like everyone else?". And mind you, most of the time these people look like they could stand to wait a few stops before shoveling in more food into their mouths, or at least go on some sort of diet anyway.



Don't touch the poles

 It's bad enough there's enough germs lurking around the subway to make a small country sick, but here's these people holding food in their hands like they just washed up at the Plaza washroom before they picked up that food. Then there's the homeless person laying flat on his back next to them, spread out like he's getting his first restful sleep on a new mattress.









Me holding on for dear life.

 On the other end of the spectrum, I never eat anything on the train. A matter of fact, if I wasn't afraid of falling, I probably wouldn't even hold onto the hand rails. But since I don't have very good balance & have to hold onto that railing, I don't go anywhere without my Purell.



I'm Mister Purell

  I have several small bottles in my bag, one in my coat pocket & several of the pump models in my apartment & office. Yes I'm the brunt of many good natured ( I think) comments from my co-workers & family, but I don't care, I want to be protected from 99.9% of of the most common germs that cause illness. (yes, I can do a commercial about this stuff).

So people - next time you get that urge to start cracking open a lobster or something on the subway, please wait for me to get off first. Or at least use the Purell. (and if you don't have any, just ask me)