Salty over at Sour-N-Sweet went on one sweet (sour?) rant last week about the jackasses that ride the subway in NYC. It is one of the best verbal head bashings I’ve read in an eon or two and I thought it was damn near perfect when I read it. We’re talking David Allen Coe-You-Never-Call-Me-By-My-Name level of perfect but on the Orange Line yesterday I realized it missed a couple of items.

• First, if you are the crazy-more-hair-growing-in-your-ears-than-on-your-head guy on the Metro talking to everybody please SHUT THE FUCK UP. When you strike up conversation with random people on the train and they turn away from you it’s a sign they don’t want to be bothered by you. Take the fucking hint and leave us alone.
• Second, for all of you au-natural hippie chicks that never owned a Lady Bic put your damn arms down. I don’t give a rat’s ass about if you want a bird’s nest in your arm pit but there’s no need to shove it in my face. Hell, at least wear something with sleeves. That shit scares little kids.

Anybody disagree?