Rider of Fortune

This psychic/fortune teller/gypsy woman/Maybelline's meal ticket may have very well known I was snapping pics of her. But I think not.

If she was psychic, she would have known. And if she was a gypsy, then she would have put a spell on me, stolen something from me, or done whatever it is gypsy women do.

Eat That Rat

Not much needs to be said about this picture (courtesy of The Gothamist), other than that you'd think a rat with a tail like that would have better taste than a guy wearing a camo bandana. Guess it gives the rest of us some hope, no?

"Hi...Not You...Hi"

Wow, how the mighty have fallen. At one time, Big Ern McCracken of Kingpin fame, was on top of the bowling world. Now he's seen here riding the El, sleeping, with slightly less comb over coverage.

I wanted to ask him to recite a few of his classic lines from the film, but since it looks like he gained about 50 pounds of fat and 30 pounds of body odor, I decided against it. Instead, a few of the more memorable ones for your enjoyment are below.


"It's a small world when you've got unbelievable tits Roy."

"Tanqueray and Tab and keep 'em comin"

"Do me a favor, will you? Would you mind washing off that perfume before you come back to our table?" 

Mystery Moisture

This is a New York City subway station turnstile caught in that rare instant at rush hour when the station looks deceptively empty except for the bored cop standing guard in the background daydreaming about sex or food or maybe he's pondering the possibility of eating a burger over someone naked. As for the turnstile, anyone fool enough to step through it would quickly realize it's wet! Wet with what? It rained the day before, but it's doubtful it's from an umbrella that's remained shower-soaked for 24 hours. Here at Pub Trash we have concluded that it's one of two possibilities, a summer so hot even the turnstiles are sweating, or more likely, it's just the usual, Mass Transit Mystery Moisture. Pass the Purell.

You can read more from LameAdventureWoman at her aptly titled blog Lame Adventures.

Subway Door Fail

So much for a motion detector. One has to wonder if there is symmetry on the other end of his face or if it was one of those doors that only opens halfway and doesn't allow fat people through.

Broad Street Line: 1
Drunk Phillies Fan: 0

Ride New York City Transit - Get Rich Slow!

Crossing the threshold into the 72nd Street subway station during the morning rush hour, our eagle eyed Pub Trash reporter spotted this lone Washington in the entryway. Risking the possibility of getting trampled Pamplona bull run-style, our fearful reporter nevertheless hit the brakes hard and took this picture before palming the lone greenback. Surviving unscathed and a full one hundred cents richer to share this tale of luck and lunatic bravery that illustrates this treasured maxim - some days you’re the roach and on others, the roach motel.

You can read more from LameAdventureWoman at her aptly titled blog Lame Adventures.

Most Awesome Threads Ever

We here at Pub Trash have an eye for fashion. And Philadelphia's public transportation community lends itself as one of the hotbeds for what is currently trending.

Take your pick as to which part of this dude's get-up is the most eye catching. Is it the cutoff jorts with excessively long frills? The crew socks to go along with? What about the tie dye hanky? No, it's definitely the white tank, which happens to be the coolest thing I've ever seen. You don't see enough airbrushed fish portraits on clothing these days. And I appreciate this guy bringing this to our attention.

If anyone down in Florida is reading and happens to know the artist that created this masterpiece, please e-mail us at publictrashportation@gmail.com and tell him an order for three dozen is coming next week.