It’s one of the hallmarks of city-living: graffiti.
It was all over the car of my train as I hopped on the El to head to work yesterday morning. Since I happen to enjoy the smell of wet paint, I thought “this isn’t such a bad way to start my morning,” and promptly sat down, fumes swirling every time the doors opened and closed on a new stop. I closed my eyes and let the train car rock me into a doze.
Unfortunately, I didn’t notice the silver writing on the wall of the car right next to my seat (it kinda blended in), and I proceeded to lean up against it for about 15 minutes.
Enough time for the paint to rub off on my coat and mark me forevermore with silver lines and silver splotches. I tried to cover it up by drawing on my coat with permanent black marker–but it doesn’t look so hot. Any ideas from the cleaning geniuses out there?