Guess the race:
Crackhead or worse nodding off and strung out on the (once cute and safe) train to the airport. Taking his shoe off, flopping around on the seats, getting up and running around the aisle. Also playing with his toys he brought on the train and smoking a joint in public. Face tats and a stupid rap t shirt.
He started making a scene and flopping around in the seat right in front of me and my lady. We got up and I was physically blocking him so she could go to the other car and not be near him. He smelled great!
I love that the security did nothing about it, that everyone just turned their heads away in fear, and that if I confronted this creature as a civilian I would get AIDS or become the next George Zimmerman. I would love to carry a beat stick or gun and retain my God given right to keep the peace. But we live in a cucked black worshipping society.
Bonus: we got off the train early and took an Uber the rest of the way home. Who was our driver? A stinky fucking jeet with no AC, child locked windows, a broken car with flashing malfunction lights, and dead awful breath that we could smell from the backseat! I love the city!