From unwelcome fondling to the sort of heat and crowding that always leaves me swearing I’ll never descend below street level again, travel on the subway has its issues. When it comes down to it though, it’s the cheapest, most efficient way of getting around and I’ve learned to deal with a groping here, a foot stepped on there. Last night, however, I found that there is one Subway behavior that I pretty much refuse to grow accustomed to:

Pissing on the floor. Seriously. It happened.

I was on the downtown 6 train at about 2am, sitting in a relatively empty car save for the three bums in various stages of repose. I get it, they’ve got nowhere to go and $2 to enter the subway and ride around all night isn’t bad. Peeing in your sleep, on the other hand, is bad. It’s particularly bad when you’re sitting across from me because I’ll probably take a picture and put it online.

Photo: Cody Brown