Strange things on the ground

During my last trip to New York, I made a friend on the subway. We were brought together by the strange things that you can find in New York if you just bother to notice what pile of crap you need to step over. It was incredibly hot that day, over a hundred degrees and my future friend was wearing that navy blue fabric pants that they make crappy uniforms out of. I was thinking how hot that would be. Also, he didn't have all his teeth. Not sure if that helps at all one way or the other. I was melting away at the Spring St station waiting for the most disgustingly crowded subway in New York, the 6. When the train finally approached, it was with no hesitation that I moved as quickly to the opening doors and A/C as possible. Same with my friend.
Right as I was about to step onto the train I had to step over some garbage. Actually, I had to step over an oily, half-eaten block of cheddar cheese. Yes. A half-eaten brick of cheddar cheese, the orange kind. What the hell?
Did someone actually buy a block of cheddar as a snack? Is this one of those stupid protein diets? Was someone on their way home with groceries and got so hungry that they tore into the closest thing they could find only to realize that it is 140 degrees in an unventilated subway station so they threw it down in disgust? I found this half block of sweating cheese maybe the strangest thing I have seen laying on the ground so far in New York.

Before I got on the train, I dug into my bag and got out my camera to snap this picture. The doors closed on me in the process followed by a "Staaand Clear of the Closin' doors, PUH-LEESE" I hate when that happens. It really kind of hurts. I ended up making it inside, sweating and bewildered, but with some photographic evidence.




On a previous trip to New York this woman (also on the 6) got slammed in the doors five times in a row (because she was holding them open!) when I smirked because it was funny to see which part of her got pulled out and which part got pinched by the doors she proceeded to call me "a White Bitch" and a bunch of other racially charged stuff. Anyway, in an effort to not be that White Bitch I was accused of, I decided to acknowledge to the other riders who were smirking at me that yes, I got slammed by the doors and it's ok to laugh at me. This one guy with few teeth, the blue uniform pants and profusely sweating seemed nice enough. I desperately wanted to share in this cheese discovery. I showed him my picture of the cheese. We laughed. I told him I wasn't expecting a brick of cheese in this heat being that it's such a terrible snack. He agreed and we tried to think what could have caused this. Unfortunately, he did not offer any of his own "strangest things he's seen on the ground" and the conversation soon dwindled. At the next stop he told me to be good and then got off the train- which left me to let the smile fade off my face, sigh and study my cheese photo alone.