For the most part, public transportation in New York is less than pleasant — but riding the Long Island Railroad is its own special brand of hell. And while a little common courtesy won’t do much to fill the gaping hole in the MTA’s budget, there is still a case to be made for a little human decency in transit.
Whether you’re shelling out $400 a month to ride the LIRR each and every morning, or merely a seasonal, Hamptons-bound New Yorker, there are certain rules to be followed. And by virtue of reserving a seat for your 30 rack of Bud Light while you barrel towards Penn Station with your feet up, blasting Billy Joel, you are what is wrong with the LIRR. This is not the Polar Express. Do better.
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