Let's face it. Newark's Penn Station has its challenges when it comes to being the place of comfort while waiting for NJ Transit trains, buses and light rail. Homeless individuals line the platform and occupy seats as they lie down across the length of benches. Patrons hesitate before sitting on the same benches as they ponder whether or not they have been cleaned enough to be sanitary.
Restrooms are a haven for disgusting accidents involving defecation in the middle of the floor, perhaps because of the lack of available stalls or holding bowls for long periods outside. Homeless men take entire baths in the sinks as passersby attempt to hold their breath and avoid any part of their being touching the urinals. They simultaneously avoid seeing the nakedness of dirty, scruffy men washing themselves, while braving the uncivilized screams of crazed stall squatters.
A man who does not seem to be the least bit innocent under most circumstances, condemns what he believes to be gay acts happening behind stall doors. "If there is no toilet paper in the stall and they are in there, they are being gay! Yes they are being gay!" He asserts his argument with confidence while proclaiming its validity for all in the restroom to hear, including those who might be thinking of participating in such an act. This might very well be any of the many that form the large amount of patron activity characteristic of evening commutes and initiated through the silent communication of the interested.
What can you say? It's Penn Station.
Restrooms are a haven for disgusting accidents involving defecation in the middle of the floor, perhaps because of the lack of available stalls or holding bowls for long periods outside. Homeless men take entire baths in the sinks as passersby attempt to hold their breath and avoid any part of their being touching the urinals. They simultaneously avoid seeing the nakedness of dirty, scruffy men washing themselves, while braving the uncivilized screams of crazed stall squatters.
A man who does not seem to be the least bit innocent under most circumstances, condemns what he believes to be gay acts happening behind stall doors. "If there is no toilet paper in the stall and they are in there, they are being gay! Yes they are being gay!" He asserts his argument with confidence while proclaiming its validity for all in the restroom to hear, including those who might be thinking of participating in such an act. This might very well be any of the many that form the large amount of patron activity characteristic of evening commutes and initiated through the silent communication of the interested.
What can you say? It's Penn Station.