The Best Part of The Workday Is Getting Off the Train At Night

Regardless of how “lovely” the day is when you first wake up–sun shining, birds not shitting on you, sirens not raping your ear–there is no better part of it than that moment when you at last return from work.

To get the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow, though, you must endure the hell of the boxcar known as the subway, where you’ve got to pack your body in like a sardine, listen to children (god knows where they come from at that hour) wail, co-workers riding to the same stop together talk about inane work shit and generally black out in order to receive your prize of being in the semi-solitude of your apartment. No sir, there’s no greater sigh of relief than getting off the train at night.