He swaggered onto the train car, hair mussed, shorts filthy, his tan geriatric stockings sagging far below the doctor-recommended kneecap. He uncapped the two-thirds finished bottle of club soda, grabbed the bottle of Jack Daniels and added it to the almost empty soda container. He chugged that shit like he was a frat boy during finals week. The doors almost closed on him on his way out.

It's times like these I wish I had a digital camera.

Note: These senior citizens look like they're just having a harmless dinner party, but they're really ready to party on YOUR el train.