Last weekend I was walking down by the 69th Street Pier in Bay Ridge and noticed a woman working for (I'm guessing) the city parks department. She was carrying a black trash bag picking up garbage that was under the benches, muttering to herself the whole time.
When she got to the bench I was sitting on she shot me an angry look, a look that said "You scumbag, this is what I do for a living and you suck and I hate you and I hope you die". That's how I interpreted it, anyway.
Until today, I thought that was the worst job in the world (with a close second being the p.r. person for Graig Weich).
Then I saw this listing on Gothamist's website, complete with photo, and while I don't want to spoil the surprise, I've seen the MTA workers who clean the trains at 95th Street, the final stop in Brooklyn for the R.
I'm fairly confident if that was me and I found this guy out like a light sleeping in his own shit with his pants around his ankles that I'd use him as toilet paper. Either that or I'd walk off the job.
I am never sitting down on the train again. Ever.