New York, New York. Big city. Lots of people. Many of these people are inconsiderate jerks. And I’m not just talking about the tourists gumming up Times Square. Those people are, for the most part, easy to avoid.
My biggest issue are the people who live here, the ones who should know better. But they don’t. So I’m proposing the following regulations and fines. Feel free to play along!
Use of golf umbrella: $100 fine. Beaten with said umbrella until it breaks.
Use of cellphone on subway stairs: $100. Phone tossed onto track. Guilty party must watch train run over phone.
Holding a conversation in front of revolving doors: $250. Forced to stand inside sealed-off section of revolving door until the glass fogs up.
Stopping short to text: $150. Revocation of sidewalk privileges. Forced to walk in bus lane for six months.
Bicycle on the sidewalk: Wait. There’s already a fine for this, jackass, because it’s already illegal!
Raising a stink about gluten at a non-specialty bagel shop: $100. Forced to produce doctor’s note proving gluten intolerance and/or forced to eat contents of toaster’s crumb tray.
Asking for vegan options at a barbecue restaurant: $150. Forced to sit at a table piled with sizzling bacon for two hours.
Asking for meat at a vegan restaurant: $200. Forced to admit you came in here and did that just to be a dick.
Going on and on and on about dim sum: $150. Forced to subsist on diet of chicken feet for one month.
Defending Chicago pizza: $200. Forced to admit you were just being THAT GUY. You know THAT GUY. There’s always one.
Being a food snob, yet being the first in line anytime some fast-food or grocery chain from your home town opens: $300. Forced, for six months, to do all your grocery shopping at that bodega with all the dusty canned goods and the almost-expired milk.
Sitting on subway stairs: $200. Boot to the head. Guilty party must lick article of clothing that was resting on said stairs.
Stopping in front of a turnstile to dig through your purse to find your Metrocard: $500. Purse privileges revoked. Forced to wear hot pink fanny pack with important items easily at hand.
Not knowing what you want even after standing in a food/coffee line for five minutes: $100. Hot dogs shoved down your shirt. Coffee poured on your lap.
Using an elevator to travel one floor: $100 and one hour on a Stairmaster.
Vaping on a subway train: $100 and having to live with the fact that you vape.
Smoking a cigarette on subway: Death. Forfeiture of all property to the American Cancer Society.
Telling people what to do, how to live their lives: $50. Forced to write blog listicles for the rest of your days.
Suggesting people who read your blog post go and buy one of your books: Hours of pleasure. FOR YOU, DEAR READER!
3 thoughts on “Rules (and Fines) to Regulate New York City’s Idiots”
You know damn well — damn well! — that Chicago pizza is superior in every way to your paper thin, soggy mess.
This is an outrage. #BoycottKenWheatonWordpressCom
Good luck rolling in the ad dollars now. Har har hmph.
Oh STFU George. Deep dish pizza is casserole. We all know it.
That borrowed joke is stale. Preach about your $1, found at every corner in NYC, but taste like Dominos, pizza.
Don’t you guys feed your pizza to rats or something? 😀