With my very own eyes earlier this week…
An old man pulls out of his pocket a giant wooden cross about the size of package of bacon and quietly, but visibly, prays for each and every passengers soul. What was particularly interesting is that he only prayed for us whilst we were in motion. At every tube stop he quietly put the cross back into his pocket and stood in silence until we were in motion again.
That’s not bad.
Had a woman on the subway loudly and visibly damning each and every one of our souls to hell.
Makes me glad I don’t take the subway anymore.