Daily Life

Adventures With Society

Hello lovely reader,

I realized a little too late that I did not schedule a post for Wednesday and missed it.  Instead of putting what was originally going to go here, I’m going to take today, and express my disappointment.

I live in the suburbs.  I take a commuter train into what is known as The City That Never Sleeps.  New York City.  I don’t know if it sleeps or not, because I leave and go home.  But it’s not bad.  If you don’t want people talking to you and you like to pass others like they’re pieces of furniture, it’s a great place.  If you hate walking behind slow people or get annoyed when someone randomly stops in front of you, it’s not so great.

But I’m not here to be disappointed with the city.  I am here to talk about coffee.

Coffee Shop Cafeteria Restaurant Service Concept
Yes, this coffee

I have no problem with coffee.  I personally don’t drink it, and hate the taste of it, but considering the great city of New York can’t run without it, there are plenty of upsides to it.

Except when you’re walking out of the train, toward your job.  You are just minding your own business. When the man who is walking in front of you, instead of disposing of his coffee cup like a normal person, opens the lid, DUMPS THE COFFEE ONTO THE TRACKS, then places the lid back onto the cup, and throws out the empty cup in the trash.

You, know.  I don’t think I expressed it as well as it happened.

There are garbage cans all over the station platforms in NYC.  Although it’s not a pristine city, it does try.  It takes a collective effort to keep our city clean.  When you purchase a cup of coffee, usually you get a paper or styrofoam cup with the coffee in it.  When you are done with said coffee, you dispose of the cup.  Even if you are not 100% done with said coffee, you still dispose of a cup.

So let us go over what happened again.  He was a man.  Walking in front of me.  This man, opens the lid of his paper coffee cup.  Throws the contents of the coffee cup (the coffee), onto the empty tracks.  There is coffee on the tracks, where there was no coffee before.  He dumps the coffee, ON the tracks.  Coffee.  On the ground, on the tracks.  There is coffee there.  Man still has cup and lid in his hands.  The man puts the lid BACK on the cup.  The cup is then thrown into the garbage can.

I think we should go over this one more time.


I have no words for the anger and confusion I felt.  Mostly confusion.  But also anger.  How dare you?  It’s not water.  Just throw the damn thing in the garbage and be done with it.  No, he had to wash the tracks with his coffee.

I stared at the back of his head for the remainder of the time I was behind him.  I tried to figure out what kind of thoughts run through his mind.  But I was too confused and baffled, I think I was mostly trying to figure out if he was an alien who didn’t know how humans do things.

Stranger, if you are reading this.  You should feel judged.  Seriously… why??!

Let me know if you have run into strange and bizarre behaviors, and if you did anything or just stared blankly at the person like I did.

Quirkily yours,
The Quirky Digest


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