Yes. I know. It's hot.

Yes. I know. You're sweating like a pig.

Yes. I know. It's also hot in this subway car.

Yes. I know. It's very frustrating for the doors to stay open longer, draining the cold air.

Yes. I know. You just want to go home and sit in your cool apartment.

But, honestly, what the hell do you want the rest of us to do? So, shut the fuck up. Stand still. Stop waving your hands in the air. Stop rolling your eyes. Stop heaving your sighs. Calm your fucking system down. And then maybe, just maybe, you'll be able to bear this whole scenerio.

I mean, unless seathing like an idiot in the not-so-properly-climate-controlled subway car packed with strap-hangers creates a much more comfortable situation. And for the record, all the minorities that are coming home from their jobs outside of an office are staring at you and trying to figure out how to wrap that sweater tighter around your lily-white neck.

Personally, if they kill you, I plan on stealing your shoes. Love them. Later.  ¶ 8:48 AM