Allow me to vent...
I like taking the 2/3 line to work every morning for a few reasons:
1. It's the closest option to my home
2. It stops at Wall Street and if I get out at the Chase Plaza exit, all I have to do is cross the street and I'm at work
3. It's relatively clean
4. It runs frequently
5. It's the quickest option for me
Unfortunately, a train on the 2/3 line stalled at the stop right after Wall Street, so the train I was on was stuck at Chambers Street. Sometimes these delays take 5 mintues, sometimes they take half an hour. I had no choice but to transfer to the dreaded A Train.......my least favorite subway line.
As I walked down the stairs to the A Train platform, I saw a downtown train already there. "I'm in luck!", I thought. But as I aproached the train, the conductor closed the doors......that ass hole couldn't have given me 5 seconds to get in the train? I promptly gave him the one-finger salute. Then I had to wait for another one to show up, which took about 15 minutes. I never have to wait more than 5 minutes for the 2/3.
When a train finally did show up, I stood by the door, allowing people plenty of room to leave the train (something I wish more people would do) and then as I was about to board the train, some ass hole decides he's going to stand directly in the door, blocking the entrance when there was more than enough room for him to move in. I asked him to move and when he refused to acknowledge my presense, I just pushed him. Predictably, he gave me a dirty look.
So I found myself on the A Train. I knew right away this was going to be a short, but disgusting trip. I put my hand on the bar to steady myself as the train moved and felt some sort of sticky, greasy film covering it. I don't even want to know what was. I looked around and took in my surrondings.....baby strollers blocking the way, tacky faux-wood paneling on parts of the car, muddy tracks all over the floor, a layer of filth on the walls, a metal grate on the ceiling that was paritally bent and hanging down (when you're tall, that's a serious hazard), and a stench that was somewhere between maple syrup and body odor.
Thankfully I knew this would be a short trip. I only had to make it to Fulton Street and from there I could walk the extra few blocks to my office. But in order to do that, I had to climb staircase after staircase (how deep undergound is that train?
) until I finally found myself outside.......in the 25 fucking degree cold
I arrived at work late (nobody cared) and spent a good five minutes scrubbing my hands.
Needless to say, this day has not started out very well