Standing Room Only.
"That's why I'm voting for Trump, send all ya'll motherf***ers back on the banana boat."
So when I got on the Philly subway earlier today, after passing by the ticket booth with my $2.25 in exact change, it all somehow felt familiar. And even though I could see the nearest oncoming train car was totally full, the thought never occurred to me that I should pass up the train for an emptier, more breathable ride. I waded through the train's crowded entryway, as did two or three or four others behind me, and then the doors unceremoniously closed.