My New York City Transit Museum

With a Sunday afternoon slowly wasting away, Wendy and I decided to make an impromptu visit to the New York Transit Museum. I haven't been there since I won a drawing contest in junior high school (don't laugh), and have always wanted to go back to ride some old subway trains and buses.

Thank goodness they got rid of the wicker seats. I hate wicker.

If Wendy's that terrified of driving a bus, wait til she sees the faces of the pedestrians.

This car reminds me of jail.

Missing a stationed train.

I prefer this price for a train ride.

Also, this ad in one of the train cars definitely got its point across.

My Latest Subway Horror Story

We all have them, but my latest encounter with the NYC Subway involves a man begging me and my roommates for money before peeing 10 feet away from us, a obnoxious man yelling into this cell "I don't care if everyone is staring at me on the train, I don't give a fuck." and the train announcer talking like he's Mr. Moviefone. Okay, that last bit was actually nice and comforting. 

But c'mon, I knew last night wouldn't have gone well as soon as we decided to go see 'Quantum of Solace'.