There are subway riders who treat the cars like their own living rooms – and then there’s this guy.
A straphanger was caught on video sitting on a leather couch while riding underground Monday evening.
The video, which was posted on Reddit, shows the man sprawled feet out and head back on the cushy brown sofa. The couch is blocking a set of doors and wedged between two regular old hard subway seats. The man also has a walker resting on the cushion next to him.
One Reddit user reported spotting the man pushing the couch up Sixth Avenue earlier that evening.
“Basically, that thing resting on the couch beside him is either a folded-up wheelchair or walker, I couldn’t tell, but he had the couch f–king BALANCED on it on the back bottom edge, and was wheeling it down the sidewalk swearing loudly and jumping from one end to the other as it kept starting to tip off the tiny wheelchair thing,” wrote AlterdCarbon.
The video stops just as the train pulls into the Wall Street 4/5 station.
Remember the episode of The Simpsons where Homer was in awe of the carneys because they lived such a trashy yet chill life? Well, I’m gonna quote Homer’s feelings toward the carneys here when I say, that this dude is a king among men. A KING AMONG MEN.
First, he somehow got this thing down the stairs, through the emergency door to the platform (because there is no way it went through a regular turnstile), got it to the platform, and got it through the subway doors without ANYONE stopping him. Now, as a fellow New Yorker, I know how little we are fazed by most odd occurrences. For instance, I have seen more repulsive crackhead tits on the subway in the last 5 years than I could shake a sack of crack rocks at, but I don’t even flinch. That’s mainly because crackheads sense when you’re staring at them and attack like rabid coyotes but still. You see a man with a leather sofa taking up the train car you might say something. Then again, if you’ve lived here long enough you know that doesn’t end well. Next thing you know, you got couch guy, a couple crackheads, the showtime squad, the mariachi band, and the 32 year olds selling fruit snacks for new uniforms for their AAU team coming after you like a vicious angry mob. I don’t care how tough you think you are, you ain’t surviving that unless you’re Bloodsport era Van Damme.