Blind leading the blind

Sitting on the T listening to a drunken man relay the "life as a drunken man" woes really made me realize I've abandoned my blog for too long. This stuff is too ridiculous to be televised, but it can be blogged.

Yesterday witnessed an ambiguously gendered person sitting with his/her feet up and covering three otherwise available seats on the train. Luckily it wasn't rush hour. Enter mature adult drunken man. Much differnt than drunken college students, because at this pont you're actually an alcoholic. So, he walks into the car and immediately comments on the he/she sitting next to him. "Oh you got it like that, eh? You could take up three whole seats? Life must be good." Clearly no one took offense because pretty soon the he/she and the drunken man were giving each other dap. But things went downhill after the he/she asked the drunken man if, ahem, he was drunk. To which he responded: "I should be asking you that! With your feet up..." mumbles some more, then, "I am drunk, this is how it is."

Here's my question. When all this happens in front of you is it ok to laugh? I held it in for fear he'd find a sass comment for me too, but seriously, I didn't know whether to look at the ceiling or the floor. What in the world!