Ain’t no party like the ho-train party…

This morning, I was on the 6 train, and after a couple stops this person got on. Ugly person, of indeterminate gender. Unlit cigarette dangling from the mouth. Clearly really out of it somehow–deeply fatigued, strung out, drunk, something.

I paid no attention, but because I was sharing a bench with this person, I kept my distance, as did everyone else who came aboard. The 6 pulled into Grand Central. At the last minute, the woman (I’m guessing/hoping) got up to leave, and I finally saw what she was wearing: a miniskirt, stilleto heels…

…and her panties down around her ankles.


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