The last operating commuter trains in America allowing alcohol, known as 'bar cars,' are finally taken out of service.
Previously - Hell is other people's chicken on the subway
I am not down with O.P.C.
As a 15 year resident of New York City, I have seen some serious mess bubble up on the subway. I've witnessed self-soiling stockbrokers and a drag queen in the throes of a heroin nod eating a pink Hostess Sno Ball that had been rolling along the car's grime-caked floor. I have stood near the splash zones of all manner of bodily fluid exchanges and oh hells's bells - the endless, unclad 'nads.
So what in the name of all that is holy would drive a person to think the subway is a dandy place to gobble down a chicken dinner?
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