A message from your creditor

There is only one thing worse then opening up your snail mailbox and finding it filled with bills, and somehow my creditors have found it. I'm speaking about the awesome new way to alert you that their bill is on it's way to one of their favorite debtors. Now I receive an email to advise me that a snail mail statement is on it's way to me. OH JOY! So not only do I open my mailbox in front of my home and grimace, I also enjoy that pleasure several days earlier when I receive my electronic message that the best is yet to come. Who thought of that annoying genius move?

Never underestimate....

Luckily for me, my subway stop to work is the second one from the beginning of the line. This constantly affords me the luxury of obtaining a seat at an extremely low level of stress. Today I witnessed a woman in high heels speeding to a newly vacant seat. She was wearing what looked like the highest, most uncomfortable shoes and yet she glided almost effortlessly to reach her goal. Good for her I thought, after all I find running in flip flops especially difficult! Of course I'm sure she is only a sprinter and not a long distance runner. Because I think if the seat was available at the other end of the car instead of near by her journey would have been short lived.

Horizontally Please!

Dear Fellow Subway Rider,
You just plopped down next to me, brushing against me in a most inappropriate way. With you weekend bag placed vertically on your lap. I'm unsure what it could contain because it's only Tuesday. Maybe it's your emergency to go bag in case of disaster or per chance you may hope to get lucky at this evenings happy hour and not return home for a few days. What ever your goal, your bag is deeply disturbing to me because it is perched across my and digging into my arm. How easily this could be resolved if you only turned you bag horizontally on your lap inconveniencing a party of one, yourself. Perhaps you might place it on the floor where a bag that size belongs. Alas I will sit here and suffer rather then becoming the Emily Post of the MTA!
Signed,
A concerned passenger

Apparently not any more...

All around NYC there are metal signs drilled into the facade of buildings. Often, many years after the object they are soliciting has expired. I can honestly say I have never before seen a resolution to stop the unwanted phone calls as clear as this one. So simple I wonder why no one else uses this extremely clear method!

Take a cup, leave a cup...

Reminds me of the take a penny, leave a penny at convenience stores.

Although I would leave a cup rather then take one because that is just gross!

Notes Between Neighbors

Went to lunch the other day and saw two cars with the following signs posted on them:

Be nice to your neighbors because people lives here! And the reply!

Exactly My Point!

One of the most egregious subway infractions is the clipping of ones nails either fingers or toes or the clipping of another persons. This offense rifles me on two levels first, the disgusting thought of your dirty nails flying about the train. Once a woman seated next to me began this task and I politely asked her to stop. She informed me that the subway was a public place. Exactly my point! But there our theories diverged because she felt entitled to do what ever she pleased in a public venue while I felt personal hygiene should be restricted to your own bathroom or at least the privacy of your own home.
There was the day I was taking the 1 train downtown and a woman was strategically seated on the bench of the subway car clipping her toe nails. She seemed a bit disheveled and homeless so I refrained from addressing the matter.
Now I am seated on the subway and I hear that horrible noise, like nails on a chalkboard. I look around and seated at the other end of the car is a mother clipping her child's nails. Hooray