A Trio of Drunks

I was riding the 1 train home from midtown yesterday eve and it was a very uneventful ride.

Until...

well, until we got to Columbus Circle and the doors opened and the conductor said "this stop is Columbus Circle, the next stop is 66th street, Lincoln Center, please stand clear of the closing doors"

Usually this announcement goes off without a hitch, but this time, right when the conductor was smack in the middle of saying the word "doors" and the 'ding dong' had gone off to signal the doors closing, I hear a woman shrieking to her friend to get on the train. And then she runs into the train and throws her weight into the closing doors so her other friend can catch the train.

All three of them stumble around the car and finally land into a double seat and the woman sits on one of the men. It is immediately obvious to me that the three of them are all extremely wasted and my train ride has instantaneously become hilarious. Also of note is the fact that all three of them had to be at least in their early 50's.

Talk about party all the time, eh?

I couldn't understand any of the babble that was coming out of any of their mouths, I can only comment that they were all talking very loudly and didn't seem to realize this.  The people sitting across from them were desperately trying to avoid eye contact so they wouldn't get caught up in any psychobabble.

Also because I think everyone was a bit on edge because a couple of days ago two men got stabbed to death on christopher street because one of them accidently hit some crazy guy who had a knife with some trash.

Honestly, who goes on a train with a god damn knife?