So, I get on the train at Delancey yesterday...

He should've sent this to Metropolitan Diary:

the fucking guy who comes thru the front door of the car and is making his way towards the back hopping like a frog. yes, i said, hopping like a frog. he is acting like OZZY at a Black Sabbath concert via 1975, which is starting to make me wonder if i dropped acid before i got on this train. so, the frog guy and the disgruntled homeless guy meet in the aisle and are trying to get around each other. the frog guy jumps again, smashes into one of the metal poles in the middle and falls down. the other guy trips over him and they both start yelling.