We Say Four Things that Make our Subway Rides Better

Orlando Says:

- No street performers unless you're Sonny Payne or that guy on speed who plays along to his cd player. Mariachi bands, I'm talking to you.

- Getting a seat

- No pole huggers

- No youths

Catwoman Waiting for her Batman Says:

- Unanticipated express runs

- Getting an actual seat

- Jeopardy on my phone

- Having the money to take a cab home instead

MacKenzie_B Says:

- A spirited announcer (extra points if he yells about holding the doors during rush hour)

- Other riders with covetable wardrobes & accessories

- Good conversations to eavesdrop on

- Kindles

Alexandra Says:

- Impromptu a capella renditions of "For the Longest Time" (true story)

- People who pull me aside to tell me how much they like the book I am reading

- Getting that last seat before the train fills up (schaaadenfreude)

- Conductors who announce each stop in a different accent (another true story)

Adam Says:

- “Excuse me, would you like to sit?”

- The book that person is reading doesn't define them

- I'll get to where i need to be when I need to be there

- I could easily be panhandler, so I give what I can

Antennae Free Says:

- Instant hand sanitizer

- Getting a seat

- Reading the "Feeling Under the Weather Today?" ads and thinking "Yes," but not because you have a cold. It's because you hate your life.

- The album "The Very Best of En Vogue." Specifically, "Free Your Mind" and "My Love (Never Gonna Get It)."

Kate Says:

- Cabs

- Comfortable flats

- iPods

- Fitzgerald

One Saturday Says:

- That nice fellow passenger who picks up the piece of paper I dropped on the floor because I’m torn between being too skeeved out to touch something that’s touched the subway floor and feeling guilty about littering.

- My train pulling into the station just as I get there. Yes, it’s magic.

- Wearing a coat or cardi that’s long enough so my legs don’t rest on the seat if I scrunch down.

- A good train buddy, though you have to remember that everyone in the car can hear your convo. (Yup, I’m talk to you, mister-over-there—you should not be telling the girl you just started seeing about the time you and your brother tried to have a threesome with an unconscious drunk girl who couldn’t speak English.)

What will tomorrow bring? Four things that make us wish upon a star.