Euro-trash guy gets on at Forest Hills. He’s sweating profusesly like he just ran a marathon (in his pointy shoes) and has a credit card in his hand. Looks like he narrowly missed the train and just got a ticket before it pulled away from the platform. Or, not so much.
Conductor asks for a ticket. He doesn’t have one. Conductor asks for cash. He has none. Conductor screams at him, “You can’t just come on a train with no cash! I know your face! Never do this again!”
I challenge that man to come back tomorrow sans ticket and cash for round two.
