A Miss G Train competition is the last thing you’d expect to emerge from NYC’s most notorious line.
A Miss G Train competition is the last thing you’d expect to emerge from NYC’s most notorious line. However I really like the fact that this grift is taking place. I assume the crown will be made from dead rats, discarded lottery tickets, and used condoms. Without doubt the G is the wildest route the MTA runs, stretching from crazies in Brooklyn to crazies in Queens with stops at massive housing projects, toxic canals, and harebrained pockets of gentrification, with nods to Dolby 5.1 stereotypes of Poles, Blacks, Hipsters, Italians, Yuppies, and Asians. Why they’re having a Miss G Train competition is secondary to the fact that they are having one. So why not nominate someone here on Street Carnage? Or better yet relate a horror you’ve experience traveling that train? Here’s one: I saw a very attractive lady barf a little in her mouth when a homeless chap delivered some freshly brewed diarrhea in her immediate area. And that guy was me … kidding! If only. But I did dry heave as well. There is nothing quite like seeing a train bursting at the door’s seams because a crowd is desperate to escape bum bowels.