The other week when I was going into work on the subway, this one (older) (African-American) man with f*cked-up eyes and a big white cane and a begging cup came onto the train from the platform, and as soon as he did that, the conductor came on over the intercom.
"Mister Visual," she was like, "Not on my train, there is no panhandling on my train, I understand that you just got on, but at the next stop you can get off and just keep right on going, there will not be any panhandling on my train."
And, for the first time ever since I've seen this guy - you see him a lot on the subway I ride - he just stood there in place where he got on and he stood there and he didn't say anything, and at the next stop he turned around and got right off the car.
The conductor had a (black) (lady) voice, too.
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