Riding Down on the C

A gaggle of ten kids were staging an impromptu sing-a-long of pop standards such as Billy Joel's "Uptown Girl." MidWestern tourists, or musical theater students? I couldn't be sure, but either way, my realxing ride downtown and good taste in general suffered.

Then, a would-be latino rapper was ryhming outloud in Spanish. His lyrics were innocuous to most everyone on the train, simply becuase they were in a foreign language. But I, regretfully, am fluent in Spanish, so when he rapped "So el rey, te como el culo," at a middle-aged WASP across the way, I couldn't help but cringe.