Tag Archive: Subway


The subway line from hell

What do you think, should I rename my blog to the above? How about, “Perils of the #6 train” or “The #6 is so effed up”.

Monday I took the bus, it was an experiment. Yesterday I took the bus again, this time out of desperation.

When I got to the subway I was surprised to see my co-worker and neighbor Mel waiting for the train. I found out the reason was because the trains that had come before were so packed she hadn’t got on. So we waiting, every train that came by was packed. The whole train.

Finally out of frustration and desperation we took the bus. We got off at 59th to see if the subway was any better, it wasn’t. Two trains went by and every car was packed to the doors. There was no way I was getting on any of those trains. We left the subway and caught another bus. This time we rode all the way to GCT.

To get to the #7 one has to walk to the #6 train platform and take the stairs down. As we were walking across the platform for the uptown #6 train, Mel indicated the other platform, the one for the downtown trains. It was packed with people. I have never seen that many people on the platform. I wanted to yell at them, “Take the bus!”

I took me 1:45 to get to work. Next week, I leave at 7, everyday.

Calling all photogs

There is no rhyme or reason for my photos, I just shoot what interests me.
There are a lot of playgrounds in the city.

I had no idea what this was, so I googled it and you can click on the link to read about it, or you can google Tudor City like I did.

There is a lot of tile work in the subway. Most of it is the name of the station, sometimes it is a picture. This is at the 96th and Lexington subway stop (or maybe the 110th, I’m not really sure). If you look closely, you can see that the man is wearing a NY Yankee baseball cap.

My great idea

This morning I had a great idea, I thought. It came to me when I looked out my window and saw the bus. My thought was that instead of taking the #6 train and being smooshed all the way to Grand Central, I could take the bus down Second Ave and then walk to Grand Central.

First I checked to make sure the bus went all the way to Grand Central, then I went to the bus stop since I knew where it was a couple of blocks from my apartment. It was freezing cold and pretty soon I saw the bus, and it drove right past the stop, it was in the middle lane too. About 4 or 5 buses drove by without stopping and by this time it was too late to walk to the #6 train.

Travel time was about the same, but waiting 20 minutes and freezing, I would rather be squished on the subway.

Do not lean on the door

There are many rules on the subway. Don’t walk between cars, don’t ride on the outside of the cars, don’t grope your fellow commuters, and don’t lean against the doors.

The MTA says that these rules are for our (the commuters) safety, and I will say that any guy groping me risks his life (or parts of his anatomy) and that could get messy, but consider this scenario.

A fun-sized female (guess who!) gets on an über crowded subway train (#6), she gets a spot too far from a pole to hold onto and the ones overhead are way to high to reach. So what are her choices? She can do a dance in an attempt to keep her balance which makes her look like she is attempting to summon the ancient Mayan god of the underground and puts her at risk for landing in the lap of an octogenarian wearing a Knicks (ew!) hat. Or she can lean against the door and run the risk of falling on the platform when the doors open. Considering the doors don’t open until after the subway stops, for me the risk is minimal.

The only thing left for me to consider is this: Is the humiliation of falling on the platform more or worse then the humiliation of being seen in the lap of a man wearing a Knicks hat?

It’s a personal decision.

And there I was in the city with a few hours to kill before my nail appointment. Since I really didn’t want to be walking around in it, and the Starbucks in GCT is not conducive to sitting and waiting, at least not for long periods of time, I went to one of my favorite places in NYC, the library. On my way I stopped to take pictures of the flowers in front of the library only to discover I had forgotten to take my SD card out of my computer and put it back in my camera. So I stopped in a store to buy one before I went to get my nails done.

Flowers don’t mind the rain, in fact I think they quite like it. I don’t mind it, at least if it’s not cold and windy. For most of my time in the city on Saturday it was like that, sort of raining but not really windy. I found a lot of umbrellas to take pictures of, check out Better off soaked to see what I am talking about. I went to SoHo for tea then NoHo to see Ashley and bring her coffee, I almost got another hole in my ear, I had my blue diamond stud with me.

When I left NoHo and started for Grand Central, it had started getting windy and cold so I went to catch the subway at Broadway and Houston St. While I was waiting I was looking at the tracks. People throw all kinds of junk down there, even though being told not to. I don’t know why I always look down there, the tracks kind of fascinate me for some reason, I keep thinking I might see body parts …. On this particular day I saw movement, I looked closer, it was a rat. It was the same color as the floor and the tracks so it was hard to see, I wouldn’t have seen it if it hadn’t moved. I watched it run under the tracks and under the platform, then it came back. I was so intent on watching it I didn’t notice the D train pull in behind me, until it was leaving. That was the train I was waiting for. So I had to wait for the next train, with only the rat to entertain me, oh and my iPod of course.

So the rest of day was uneventful, the Yankees won, I participated in some retail therapy and then came home.

And that is all, says she.

It’s raining men!

No not really.

I sent that to set the date on the blog. I’m sneaky that way.

The walk from my office to the subway is usually uneventful. Walk down the sidewalk, wait for the light cross six lanes of traffic, try not to get run over. Today as I was approaching the intersection, an unmarked police car made a u-turn and pulled a car over, the police car pulled up very close to the other car, almost touching its bumper. I didn’t think anything of it, nothing unusual, right?

As I crossed the street I suddenly thought, “Unmarked police cars aren’t supposed to make routine traffic stops. Are they?” I glanced over at the cars, the pulled over car’s trunk was open and the police officers were looking in it. I was torn between wondering if I could sneak close enough to see if there was a body in the trunk, and just running to the subway. I didn’t run, but I kept walking to the subway.

Then on the train my phone rang. I didn’t answer it because I didn’t recognize the number. It was my dad. World’s Worst Daughter.

That’s all, says she.

Now who’s stupid

I went to this training. I took the subway, I walked the wrong way and got lost so I purchased a days worth of navigator, then it couldn’t find the address. I finally thought to put ‘Environ’ in and then it found the address, coming back was much easier. Now I am on the 7 train and hopefully it will get to GCT in time for the 5:50 train. I can’t decide if the hunger is better or worse then the pain from having to pee so bad. Tigger was sending me texts a little bit ago and now he has stopped. I have to go answer a text from Gwen.

Gwen told me to text M or Tigger what time I was getting home. At the time I had no idea because I was still on the 7 train. The reason I was able to be online when I was on the train is because the 7 is an elevated train. Anyway, I didn’t get home until 7:30 and M was too tired to go to the mall. Tomorrow night is the Mid-Hudson Orchestra Concert. I haven’t decided if I want to go to it or to Allsport.

After I got home and went downstairs and took my jeans off and sat in the bed under my blanket, M asks me if I will go get Gwen if D won’t. He didn’t, so I did. Now I just want to lie down and sleep. So I think I will.

Lost thoughts

I had something I was going to say, I remember thinking, I have to e-mail this to my blog so I can remember it, but that is all I remember. I don’t remember if I thought of something while waiting for the traffic on the bridge or a thought about the girl on the subway with her pants tied into her shoelaces. Or that I tried Fage yogurt for the first time today.

I have been reading British and Scottish authors and I think I am starting to think like them.

I was so mad last night about the governor, and today I have regained my calm. I keep telling myself, this is why man is not meant to rule.

From a Message board post:

Right before Spitzer’s wife stood up beside him I bet she told him, “You think you paid a lot to get screwwed by that hookker? Wait until my lawyers are done with you.”

At least that’s what I would have said.