I hate a lot of things about the subway. One thing I hate most are the people on the subway. It’s also possible I just hate people.
I was braving the 6 train yesterday and the entire line was scissored by some lunatic cavorting on the tracks at 14th, causing a complete 10 minute shutdown and creating general cluster-fuckery. Witness the misery:
Can someone tell me how it takes that long to wrangle a deranged mole person off the rails? Grab a taser, some rope, a couple strong guys and get that fucker out of the way so my train can finally leave the 28th Street station!
Or this lovely group of 15-yr old girls who thought it was acceptable to bring their Jambox and blast The Weeknd at rush hour on the uptown A train (obviouslyI know what jams the kids are listening to these days). Luckily for them the crowd was taking it in stride. Had my mother been on the train they would have gotten a serious white lady scolding. Between the deafening tunes and an intense game of mah jongg I missed my stop entirely and ended up at 125th Street like an idiot.
Also, what’s the deal with sick passengers lately? I saw a pregnant woman puking in a plastic bag at the Brooklyn Bridge stop yesterday. That was pleasant. And endured a maddeningly slow/stuck 4 train to Fulton on Monday because of a “sick” passenger in the train ahead of us. Get that invalid out so we can re-enter the light for god’s sake. I swear, people are dropping like flies down there these days. Maybe if they installed, like, some fans or something, passengers wouldn’t be sweating their weaves and stroking out left and right.
But just when I’m about to blow my lid, something like this happens, and all is right again. #ilovenewyork.