I'm not seeing many wackos on recent trips. Just loud kids coming from the clubs, sleepy commuters, and. That's it. There is no third thing I'm seeing. Bite me.
Also, I slept a bit, and didn't see anything at that time.
Things I saw on the floor of the terminal waiting room just now:
A puddle. Probably not nasty.
A NYC Metrocard.
A black bra.
A small brown bar that was probably a Baby Ruth but still might clear the terminal and anyway the Smails kid would eat it.
Typing is getting harder. Letters keep reversing themselves and going the other way.
A guy just looked right at me and said either "Hey buddy" or "Hey Scotty".
And now the club kids have quieted and are beginning to pass out.