No, I don't think so. Er, well if you put it that way.

Hey stranger-lady, don't ask me to watch your stroller-bound toddler on the train while you go to the other end of the car to scream at your baby-daddy.

I'm pretty sure the little tyke will be safe with me, but I'm not so sure I won't drop him off with the police at the next stop.

Really?

Slow Subway Death

I'm pretty sure the subway is killing me.

It could be the man standing behind me with H1N1 or it could be the woman talking at 115 decibels at the other end of the train. Either way, I can't envision a world where my head won't explode during one of my daily commutes on the 2-3.

I'd sell my soul for some personal space or just a wet nap.

Scientolo-WHAT?

I'm pretty sure the suffix -ology means "the study of". So, taking it literally, Scientology is the study of Scient.

What in Xenu's great galaxy is Scient? I'm going with hoax. To be more straightforward, from now on, I'm going to refer to it as Hoaxology.

Sorry L. Ron. I just don't buy it.