Tag Archive: The subway line from hell


Too many people. The Q was supposed to make my life easier and reduce crowding on the subway. It doesn’t seem to have worked. I had to wait for a second train because the first was too crowded.

Man with a red bike. Not a folding one a regular one. Which leaves me with the question why take the subway when you have a bike? I know it was cold but I saw other people riding their bikes. If I had a bike I would ride it every chance I got.

Twin girls about 7 years old wearing matching fur leopard prints hats with ears and matching pink coats. One of the girls had matching mittens (to the hat), grey tights and bright blue and pink sneakers. The other girl had pink gloves, pink tights, and pale pink Mary-Janes.

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On the subway

There is no place like New York and nothing like the NYC subway system. I have determined there are three types of people that talk to me on the subway.

There are the people who ask for money. From what they say, none of them do drugs, none of them drink, all have suffered some unimaginable tragedy and can’t get government assistance.

There are the people asking me for directions. “Do I look like Google maps?”

There are the people offering to help find your train, this is usually followed by a request for money, so they could fall into the first category. What is really annoying is some of them feel they need to lead you to the correct train and “STOP TOUCHING ME”. I should get a medal for not stabbing people.

Then there is your random crazy person, like the tall skinny black man that told me I was “a white whore and you’re going to die of AIDS and cancer.” And the woman who offered me oral sex. She was convinced I would love it and I was just, “Ew no, germs.” Like I said, I should get a medal.

This October has quite frankly, been awful. What with a friend’s cancer coming back (after 10+ years cancer-free), another friend going to visit her mother who has Alzheimer’s (and sending me text messages “My mom’s really not doing well.”), the episode on the Evil Green Train that I wrote about before, and another one that I didn’t write about but resulted in me missing a day from work, to my allergies and asthma flaring up (that resulted in $100 pharmacy bill) and my rosacea and eczema coming back (another $90), I want a do-over please. Oh did I mention, the Yankees got swept by the Tigers in the ALCS and THERE WAS A MOUSE UNDER MY STOVE!

My feet hurt

After walking 26+2 (that’s 26 blocks up and 2 over) blocks from the subway, in my new dress shoes, in the rain, my feet hurt, however it is making me forget the pain in my back. It’s a long story and it involves the evil green train on the subway line from hell.

My book was in at the library, or so the e-mail said, however when I got to the library it wasn’t in the hold room, and learning that I needed to go up to the customer service desk, where I had already been and had been sent away, I just decided to leave. I snuck out through the side door so the nice lady at the information desk wouldn’t see me. Some of the people at that library are nice, some are ….. not. Em sent me a text asking me to reschedule her appointment at the nail salon, since I was already in mid-town I stopped at the salon, then I walked to 33rd and Park to get on the subway. Not having received any alerts about the 6 train I was expecting a normal commute home.

As I approached the gate I could see a train at the platform, and it was packed, people were hanging out of it, the platform was as packed at the train. 3 trains later I was able to squeeze on, and I do mean squeeze. There was no way I could reach a pole or a door or anything to hand onto, so I was trying to balance and sway with the crowds. A couple of stops into the ride a seat opened up, people were still jam packed in, but at least I could sit, until we got to 68th street, when the train was put out of service.

This sounds really cold of me but I have to say it, DON’T GET ON THE SUBWAY IF YOU’RE SICK! Or if you have the slightest idea you might get sick, don’t get on the train. PLEASE! Yes I realize someone could be perfectly fine and suddenly have an attack of scurvy and need medical attention, but most of the time I am sure it is a person who isn’t feeling well and just had to go …. somewhere …. on the subway, and then realized they were too sick to travel. Just, stay off the fucking train if you’re sick!

We got off the packed train to an equally packed platform and it took me at least 10 minutes to get to the exit, people were inching along, there were so many people on the platform that the people leaving had to wiggle along single file. I had to get out of the crowd, my claustrophobia was approaching panic levels, also I could see myself having to wait for 3 more trains before I could squeeze on, and I had no idea how long that would take. So I got out, figured out which way was Uptown and started walking. When my feet started to really hurt I thought I could stop, then I remembered I had no money to stop and kept walking. If I had been wearing my sneakers it wouldn’t have been so bad, but I just bought new shoes and wanted to wear them. After all I don’t do that much walking at work so I could break in the shoes there, well they got broken in, so did my feet. Even in my crocs I’m hobbling around my apartment.

Once again I say, I hate the green train. 😛

Panic on the green train

It is always crowded on the Green train. I have mentioned this before, I may have also mentioned that I am slightly claustrophobic. So as I’m on the train and there is NO MORE ROOM for people and people keep getting on, I panic. I haven’t screamed “Stop getting on! There’s no more room! There wasn’t room for one more person two people ago!” Panic Panic Panic

Then 10 people got off, but 15 people got on.

Dear riders on the green train,

15 people cannot fit the same space as 10 people, stop getting on. Just STOP. You are giving me a panic attack.

Thank you,

Love (or no love), ME

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.