I was walking through the tunnel that runs under 42nd Street trying to get to the A train when I stumbled across this guy.
I’m not a believer so I’m pretty sure that qualifies me as being “wicked,” which means that eventually I’ll be “turned into hell.” There are lots of folks like this in the city. People who want you to know that unless you walk the same path they do, you’ll be damned to hell. 98% of the time I don’t care what they have to say. They don’t mean anything to me. But if I’m having a 2% day, it can get under my skin. Don’t judge me. You fuckhead.
I’m doing some consulting work at an investment bank. I stepped into the men’s room, closed the stall door and sat down. This was stuck to the door. It’s at eye level when you’re sitting.
Or worse? What do you mean? Like, your careless habits can result in someone’s death? And I like the accusatory, guilt-ridden “you know who you are…” I can’t put my thumb on it but this note has a certain charm to it.