Recently I became aware that among an array of extremely racist extant stanzas of the famous old folk song, I've Been Working on the Railroad, one actually went:
Memories from this AM's train ride: SRO with big hulking guy leaning on me; another guy trying to eat eggs off of a paper plate; crying baby; 30 minutes of no movement in the tunnel with no announcements. AKA another normal day on Metro-North.
