Barefoot Subway Manspreading: The Real NYC Horror Story

<a href="https://twitter.com/meganpaolone/status/1007045785370980353" target="_blank" rel="noopener">Megan Paolone</a>

Sometimes nice things happen on the subway. Other times it is an unyielding hellscape filled with frustration, pervs, and sociopathic behavior. This week, one New Yorker was confronted with the worst of humanity on her ride home: "Tried to go to Hereditary and it was sold out but the great news is that I saw something else just as horrifying on my train ride home!!!!!" tweeted Megan Paolone.

Paolone was riding a Brooklyn-bound R train Wednesday around 7:30 p.m. when she encountered the gollum in the flesh, bemoaning "the double horror of manspreading + a bare foot. (Triple horror if you consider he's also wearing flip-flops.)"

"I'm not sure it went unnoticed by most people, but no one said anything to my knowledge," she said of her fellow straphangers, whose sheer terror at the audacity of such a person sent them scurrying into the panic rooms of their minds.

HELLO THERE STRANGER

We've talked about this before. We've talked about this several times. The subway is a communal space; it takes just a modicum of courtesy to realize that wiping your fungus-infested toes all over seats where millions of other people sit everyday is pretty rude. Do you think that subway seats are cleaned every day? Don't kid yourself. And just as bad, you're hogging seats that other people might really want (or need) to use. Most people are just trying to get from Point A to Point B—let's all be mindful of other people.

Unless you are a beer-drinking subway riding mama. Then you get a pass. But everyone else is on notice.