Ridin’ the bum train

So there we were at 42nd Street, on the #2 platform, coming back from a day of X-mas shopping and a friend’s holiday party. It was about 1 a.m. and we’d already been waiting a while. Finally, the #2 rolled in. As it slowed to a stop, I noticed the car we were about to board was mostly empty, which was odd for that time of night, when so many of our fellow Brooklynites are returning home after their weekend revels. The reason why didn’t hit me until we got on board. The car was occupied by every NYC commuter’s nightmare, the stinky homeless guy!

Slumped into a corner two-seat bench, the rag-clad vagrant snored peacefully, unaware of the malodorous rays he emitted. Sari had already been feeling a bit nauseated that evening, and I was really afraid she might toss her cookies right there and then. So I steered her on past the man to the other end of the train. But, horrors! That end had one too!

This guy was leaning against a pole, balanced on a crutch, all greying rags, filthy beard, and noxious fumes. It was a battle of the bums! And the passengers were all losing! (The amazing thing to me was that some people were actually submitting to the stench, steadfastly holding their seats while being assaulted on all sides by the aura of decomposing garbage. Anything for a seat on the subway, I guess.)

Oblivious of the new MTA rule that you’re not supposed to move between cars while the train is moving, I pushed Sari through the doors into the next car. It would be worth being stuffed like sardines into a crowded car for the long ride home than to stand another second of the sickening stench. That’s when we realized that we were the victims of a horrible joke.

Entering into the new car, we almost collided with yet another fetid bum. And this guy was clearly the king of them all. Enshrined in his wheelchair and encased in layers of coats, sweaters, and scarves, his red eyes gleamed from behind his matted hair and bramble beard. He cackled in triumph at the terror — and dry heaves — he inspired in the poor sufferers around him. He was like the devil’s idea of Santa Claus. The smell of this guy reached new heights of rank, somehow combining landfill with cheese shop. It was truly awe-inspiring.

Eyes burning, we clawed our way past him, all the way to the other end of the car (past the huddled tourists returning from a Broadway show, hands over their mouths & noses, terrified eyes darting around looking for rescue), and again through the doors into the front car of the train. And there we found relief…

No homeless people in evidence, only the usual sensations of floors sticky with unknown substances, poles greased with other people’s sweat, and of course crowds of fellow survivors. The rest of the ride home was made more entertaining by the exchange of stories, jokes, and knowing comments about the running of the Bum Train 2006. And Sari never did lose her lunch.

About joshcomix
Brooklyn-based cartoonist specializing in nonfiction comics about topics like Hurricane Katrina, the media, travel, and finance.

8 Responses to Ridin’ the bum train

  1. dlasky says:

    It’s nice that NYC provides “sleeper cars” for its less fortunate citizens.

  2. dangoldman says:

    please draw this as a comic. the King of the Bums is already legend in my mind.

  3. man_size says:

    When did Bob Fingerman take over your LJ?

  4. “Combining landfill with cheese shop.”
    An excellent turn of phrase, sir – appropriately sickening.

  5. Anonymous says:

    HA!
    HA! Stinky Homeless Guy! How funny! That guy had no where to sleep! On Christmas Eve nonetheless! Hilarious! He probably hadn’t eaten for days either! Stupid Bum!
    …wait what’s this? ANOTHER ONE at the other end of the train? This guy smells and is on a crutch? HA! He was probably…(wait for it)…crippled! HA! Crazy Bums!
    No don’t tell me, THE OTHER CAR HAD A BUM TOO? (in a wheelchair! -snicker-) Now, wait..that just makes me angry. Clearly, you and your date were “already feeling a bit nauseated that evening” from being at a Holiday Party and now were forced to change subway cars. That had to suck. How dare these
    “people” ride the same subway as you? How dare these crippled fucking losers make your date almost toss her cookies? Why don’t they just go the fuck home and WASH?
    Oh wait…they’re homeless!
    HA!

    • 4_eyez says:

      Re: HA!
      you’re right. like you, i should have let my liberal guilt at the very existence of homelessness negate my sense of smell — and sense of humor.

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