A friend of mine - and regular CTA Tattler contributor of stories, photos and videos - shared a New York Post column about a reporter who freaked when he saw a guy on the MTA clipping his fingernails.
He freaked out so badly that he had to audacity to confront him. Or shall I call it temerity?
Either way, it's always ballsy and usually a crap shoot on how it's going to turn out for you.
You know, whether you get your ass kicked, a long, hard stare, or maybe even the offender stops the boorish behavior.
In the Post column, the writer recounts how it didn't turn out so well for the woman who asked a homeless guy to extinguish his joint on a No. 2 New York subway train.
Personally, I've never had any problem chastising a smoker on the CTA. I figure it's pretty well known now that smoking is illegal, and that other passengers will have my back if something bad happens. I've only had to ask someone to stop smoking about five times, and no one has stabbed me or flicked a burning butt at me (yet).
And to my amazement, the N.Y. Post columnist didn't get his face rearranged, he gladly reported:
He was a big guy. I was seated next to the door. He crossed the car, paused and looked down at me. "I'm sorry," he said. "You were right. Sometimes you don't think."
How about you folks? Have you ever opened your mouth when you wish you hadn't? Or maybe you have a success story in badgering the barbarians?