It happens sometimes

There are some trips on the subway that are joyous and exciting and interesting and then there are others that are downright frightening. Today's journey fell closer to the frightening end rather than the joyous.
It was okay until I changed to the express N train. We pulled out of canal street and a very drunk and fruity aroma-d homeless guy lurched down the carriage apologizing as he made his way toward the next carriage moving pinball like from pole to pole. He opened the door and stepped on to the platform between carriages and stopped there!
Everyone in the carriage exchanged looks for a range of reasons. If he couldn't manage walking down the carriage how was he going to stay on the platform between carriages. Why was he staying there- aahhh the bathroom! Thank goodness he chose to "go" out there. But as the express train continued on its speedy way we were all a tad concerned for his welfare. Would he fall?
Others were more concerned about the stench and moved along and away in the carriage as the aroma wafted through. I kept glancing in the direction worried he would fall any second when he finally made his way back into the carraige he started berating me saying "what you looking at ya interfering white b***h". So I decided that retreat was the better part of valour and as we pulled in to the 14th St station I swapped carriages and arrived home safely, if a tad edgy!