Open letter to NY straphangers:

What the hell is wrong with you people? Don’t you have any manners? Or any sense of dignity? Why do you feel the need to place your sweaty bodies up against mine instead of holding onto the bar? Why do you stand DIRECTLY in front of the doors while the rest of the car is empty, refusing to let people on or off, deliberately ignore the people saying "excuse me" while trying to get by. Why is it that you feel the need to push? You don’t fucking know me, get your hands off! Take your book bags off and put your newspaper down so other people have room to stand! Throw away your coffee! And wake the hell up if you are sleeping and get a clue! Were you all deprived of affection as children and can only get some if you hump someone on the subway? Why don’t you understand the concept of personal space? Why do you insist on trying to group hug instead of embracing the real New York mind set of DeNiro in Taxi Driver: "You know me? You talking to me?" and keep your shit to yourself? All I’m trying to do is get to work, not cause a stampede. And chances are, everyone else is trying to do the same. So stop being so freaking selfish, be courteous, give the pregnant and elderly your seat, and join the human race. Thank you.

(In the meantime, I will continue cringing and giving people dirty looks, but soon I will resort to pushing back and throwing elbows.)