The F'in Train I'm on the F train today trying to catch up on some reading for school, when who walks into my car? That's correct, Mexicans with guitars. I'd like a little peace and quiet to myself (because by now I automatically block out the sound of the train and "Stacleaclosingdoor" by the conductor), but now I gotta deal with this crap for a few minutes. And then they want money from me. Look, most people on the train are reading or listening to music. Books and music they brought themselves, that they like. They've got their entertainment, so go elsewhere. I don't know anyone who listens to mariachi and tells their friends when these guys are playing. "Los Jackholes are playing on the downtown N tonight at 8! We gotta go!" I came prepared for the boring ride, I brought my book. If anything they should give me money for creating a disturbance and trying to fill a void that doesn't exist.