Monday, January 24, 2011

Fire in the Subway, Fire on the Number One

Last Saturday was one major ass-kicking... I had to work a graveyard shift, and spent an inordinate amount of time outside in frigid conditions (I was wearing a T-shirt, a hooded sweatshirt, a flannel shirt, and a peacoat, so I was able to cope pretty well). After work, I headed down to Manhattan for my coaching gig, though I was pretty much "starchless" for most of the day, I have to confess. After the day's program was done, I got on the 1 Train so I could return to the Bronx, where my car was parked (I do not drive in Manhattan). At 137th St, the train stopped, and all of the passengers were directed to exit the train. It turns out that there was a fire on the tracks near 168th St, so no trains were running between 137th and Dyckman Ave. Yeah, there was a fire in the subway, fire on the number one. We were told that we could take the Manhattan 5 Bus to 168th St and transfer to the A Train. The buses were packed, so I ended up trudging from 137th to 168th on foot, with a large bag filled with sweaty clothes. UGH, all that because stupid evil muthers throw their litter on the tracks. When I got to 168th, the 1 Train was running again. Fuh-huh-huck, at least I had an interesting walk up Broadway. Suffice it to say, as soon as I dragged my ass through the door, I hit the wall and was asleep within minutes.

It's funny, though, I really can't complain about public transportation. These annoyances are a fairly rare occurrence, and the need to find alternatives is good for the cognitive faculties. Hell, it's not always easy living in a megalopolis, but it's never boring.

4 comments:

Substance McGravitas said...

The other morning I was so burnt out that I just chose any pole to stand by and watched incomprehendingly as the bus went by.

Turns out you gotta stand at the stop and not just any light pole on the way to it.

ifthethunderdontgetya™³²®© said...

(I do not drive in Manhattan).

Good rule. I don't even drive here in Ohio, very much. I did drive to an improv class today. My first ever, I was roped into it by a couple of former co-workers. Surprisingly fun! And worth driving through the dark and ice and other chaos here in the midwest.
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Big Bad Bald Bastard said...

The other morning I was so burnt out that I just chose any pole to stand by and watched incomprehendingly as the bus went by.

Were truckers stopping to make lewd offers?

Von said...

Long walk. Sounds sweaty too.

wv: humperfest

OH MY.