One of the great lamentations of working the same “9 to 5” schedule as other shills of New York City is the fact that the train is perpetually lacking a spare seat. And while you shouldn’t want to sit down considering how much of that you do for the majority of your day, there’s just something civilized about not standing on a train.
However, if it’s any consolation to your sadness, maybe it’s best to visualize the person who might have been resting his or her tired arse on there before you. Was he or she clean? Clothed? In possession of bed bugs, fleas or ticks? It’s highly likely that the answers are no to the first two questions and yes to the third, and you’re honestly better off standing in dem heels of yours rather than subjecting yourself to potential office worker’s-specific diseases.