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The Uptown D Train

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A 25 year old working community college student named Brandon is sitting on a cramped uptown D train heading home from a long day as a worker in the housekeeping dept  at a big hotel.

The customers at the hotel are disgusting rabid incontinent crackheads. How could people who spent so much to enjoy luxury be so dirty and inconsiderate? He thought about how dirty they were. "There's no way a bunch of people that claim they bathe can leave stains and rings that dark in the showers, sinks, and tubs. There's no way that rich people bathe. And are they all spitting blood, shedding skin and suffering from bubble guts? Why the shit streaks in the sheets?"

He had been working in the hotel industry for the last three years. There's a lot to learn if you are interested in people and personalities, but as a housekeeper he knew the most important thing. No matter where they flew in from, rich people are dirty, they stink, they do drugs, and they cheat on their spouses. And they smoke crack. They leave their pipes behind in the trash. "I guess you can't fly with it," Brandon laughed to himself.

The train is full of out of towners . Mainly they are Long Islanders on their way to Yankee Stadium. There's a game today. Brandon Assumes that is a Yankees vs Red Sox based on the rider's"  apparel . Most of them are drunk. You can smell that stink that beer mixed with sweat creates. The train rocks and sways as it barrels through the subway tunnel. It sounds like a million skates rolling on wood but if you are from NY you barely notice the noise. The train is full of raucous laughter. People are drinking their beers in the open and resting their feet on the handrail.

"Rude motherfuckers," Brandon thinks to himself. He thinks about his own 5-year-old daughter. "Kids have to hold on to that."

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is an Uptown express train. The next stop is 125th Street. Stand clear of the closing doors, please." 

"Bing Bong" The train doors begin to close.

Before the train doors completely close, a man in a sharp suit with a briefcase squeezes through and rushes onto the train, jostling and bumping into the other passengers in his haste. In his rush, he accidentally kicks Brandon's leg. It doesn't hurt, but it is annoying to be kicked and pushed by people who don't apologize. The man doesn't even acknowledge the accident. Brandon looks up at him with a scowl, but the man is already on to the next thought. He is holding on to the bars overhead and fixated on his phone. This is the everyday shit that can drive a person crazy.

Brandon mutters under his breath, "What a rude motherfucker." He glances down at his foot and rubs it, feeling irritated . He imagines that he  has a bat that he swings hard, connecting with the man's mouth. there is a loud crunching noise as the mans teeth and jaw breaks. The man cups his mouth and runs to an available seat where he thinks about how he deserves that pain because he did not apologize. blood pours onto his corny tacky  DSW-esque  wingtips. 

Brandon drifts from his fantasy back to reality with a semi hard-on from thinking about that rude, condescending asshole in pain. The hard-on fades quickly.

He thinks about his own  5 year old daughter, and how he would never want her to act that way on a crowded train. Then he thinks about her 10 years in the future. What if she is headed home from a long day at school and a man like this kicks her?