A 2-panel vignette:

The man in green t-shirt and the lady at the end reading her Kindle had the seat to themselves . . .

. . . until an aggressive little lady fitted herself into the small opening.   It's rush hour, people! What do you expect.



I commute on the M train from Forest Hills to Rockefeller Center every day. On the M train, 3 people can fit between the pole and the end of the bench, sometimes comfortably, other times not so much. This blog is about all those times.