There isn’t enough Purel in the world to make sitting down on the train feel safe after reading this story. We’ve go to hand it to Bitch Cakes. She seems to always find herself at the right place, at the right time… or just a few seconds shy of catching the culprit(s) in the act, as in this case. Whether a trick on others or a treat for themselves, one of those priceless New York moments was recorded for the memory blogs:

As I got closer to the seat, I noticed something was on it. Now, often times there is litter of some sort strewn about the seats, but this was nothing I had ever seen before. This, dear blog readers, is what was waiting for me: 2 condoms out of the package and a condom wrapper.

Seriously, you just can’t make this shit up. Oh, but the icing on Bitch Cake’s cake:

But then it got even better when I noticed some faint writing, in what appeared to be pencil. I went in for a closer look and made out these words “I lost my virginity right here” (with an arrow pointing down to the seat). And was even dated “10/23/08” – which was the current date.

Yes, this story needs to go down in the books as one of the best of the worst subway experiences ever… we’re thinking up there with that Asian guy who likes to let it all hang out and the creep that likes to take pictures of chicks’ skirts. Thanks Bitch Cakes!
—Vaduzuvunt