To the couple on the uptown D train Tuesday night, around 6:30 p.m., while I was on my way to Yankee Stadium:
Your baby boy was indeed very cute, and looked adorable resting in his stroller. And I understand that long train rides can be tough on children, as they tend to have very short attention spans. So bringing along a toy for the trip represented a wise parenting move.
But a fucking whistle? Really?
I mean, while you were at it, why didn’t you try to find a louder, more annoying toy? Was Toys R Us out of cowbells and cymbals? Perhaps a bullhorn would have been more fun?
That whistle annoyed the living shit out of every single person on that subway car, in case the dirty looks you were receiving from everyone didn’t already clue you in on that.
If I knew where you lived, I’d stand outside your window with a whistle sometime around 3:30 in the morning, morons. Think before you give your child a toy that he’s going to be playing with in a public place.