I'm very disappointed I wasn't on board for this one, although I am completely "on board" with it:
There are few surprises more vile than entering a morning subway car to the stench of McDonald's. I guess this time my stealth filming wasn't so stealthy, because after he finished his dead hog and grease sandwich and I stopped the camera, McPiglet started oinking at me. He was ranting about being secretly filmed and trying to get other passengers on his side, though it sounded like, "I forgot my tinfoil helmet and the FBI is reading my mind!" This little trainpig cried wee wee wee all the way uptown so I'm very sorry to have not caught that monologue. (Note that sausage sammy trainpig looks directly at the camera and shakes his head no a few times. Say cheeseburger!)
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Its my biggest pet-peeve, its gag worthy. Last night on the Q train Popeyes chicken as the train had signal problems and the smell just lingered.
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