And I've seen pooping!
Here’s a strange fact about New Yorkers you may not know, if’n you don’t live here: people here think it's acceptable to clip their nails on the subway. I wish I knew why. I wish I could give a passable excuse for the people from all walks of life I see clipping away, letting their nail bits fly with abandon all over the train, skittering across the train’s floor, probably landing in someone else’s sandals, that person screaming WHY GOD WHY while God can only shake his head and weep in horror.
It’s not like nail clipping is the worst thing I’ve seen on the subway; I’ve witnessed exhibitionism and self-mutilation and private acts of love and some intensely distasteful grooming routines, but those were all performed by people with serious mental problems. No excuses are needed for those people. Abandoned by the system, they have been given implicit leave by the City of New York to go ahead and frottage* themselves against a subway pole. Go ahead! We just won’t ever touch that pole again!
But the nail clipping, people. Nail clipping. I’ve seen makeup applied, creams slathered on, nail polish removed—I watched a woman curl her eyelashes on a bus—and while I would never condone such behavior, I at least sort of get why (okay, except the creams, especially the smelly creams). But nail clipping? Can’t it wait? Do you want to impress your fellow passengers with your grooming habits? Does the idea of standing over a trash can or a sink while clipping fill you with despair? Are you hoping to meet someone who loves the feel of freshly clipped nails raked across his/her back? Do you not get that the clip-clip-clip sound rings throughout the entire car, that it’s like a siren announcing that you get off on littering MTA property with your dead skin?
I’ve had enough. Next time I see someone clipping their nails, I’m going to ... well. I'm going to give them such a look.
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*Apparently this isn’t a verb. Until I made it one, just now.










September 16, 2004
Reader Comments (29)
And once - I'm not kidding -- TOENAILS.
P.S. I love your use of frottage as a verb. I plan to adopt it as such. Perhaps we can get it in the dictionary eventually.
P.P.S. For some reason the term Frottage Cheese just popped into my head. Let's not examine what the dictionary meaning of that would be. Ick!
I think it would be interesting if people had the black fingernails, too. So then the subway scene could include possible embellishments of people yelping and bleeding during their self-grooming routines. I'm not saying I wish that on them, just that it would be interesting, is all I'm saying.
I'm in my nth cubicle at my nth job, and still when I hear the metallic snap of a nail clipper, I'm horrified. And very careful where I walk, pregnant or not.
I mean, honestly. If you don't have time to shave your legs before leaving the house, wear pants!
He did it again today, and in the process cut his big toe. Now he's walking around with a paper towel wrapped aroufn his foot. Definitely one of the weirdest bosses I have ever had.
I win!
not nearly as disgusting, i admit, but the truth is, i *hate* the sound of nails being filed. with a passion. and i can't imagine i'm the only one.
why do people do stuff like this?!?!?!!?
Nail clipping doesn't bother me in the least, but I do try to spare others. I can barely stand to floss my own teeth, much less listen to someone else floss hers.
Public flossing. God give me strength.
But still if I find a snag on my fingernail I will do a quick clip-clip. Honestly, it just doesn't seem that gross to me. Sorry.
but i'll clip in the bathroom from now on. :)
and eat it.
were talkin daily here.
daily.
as he signed my checks, i kept the look to myself.
Oh and yes, I'm such a finslippy fan!