My train goes above ground right at my stop. I can even see the train from my apartment, gives for a cool industrial feel.
However, every morning when I’m walking to my stop I look left to see if it’s coming, 85% of the time it is. This means we begin the mad dash for the station. Now granted, I’m lucky the station is only a block from me, but one entrance is closed till Fall 2010 (which by the feel of it won’t be that far from now). The problem is that there aren’t your usual turnstiles, there is no swipe and go for 4 at a time, we have those damned revolving bullshits!!
People are so apprehensive about the revolving doors. They sit and wait till someone is all the way through to swipe all I want is for you to swipe and go!!! It’s not that hard!
So this morning is just one of those mornings. I was suppose to go to the gym, my alarm didn’t go off. Had an outfit picked out, it’s raining. Wanted to shave tomorrow, but will be at the gym, so I did this am (you don’t want to be THAT girl in a public shower). So in essence I’m running late. I get to the bottom of my block and the train is coming. SHIT! I make a mad dash for it, in the rain, and wind and foot traffic. My umbrella goes inside out and there is a class of 1st graders counting off in front of the entrance. I bob and weave my way around the guy wil no leg, the metro paper hander outer and the old lady. Get to the turnstiles and see an MTA worker fixing one of the 2. Meanwhile I see the train pull in, I’m screaming in my head “COME ON!!!!!” ‘lo and behold there is an apprehensive swiper in front of me, who also happens to be an old lady. She basically waits till the woman in front of her is in the train before swiping her metro card. I waste no time- I swipe and thow myself in the closing doors. Yes kids, I was that person today with her right arm, leg an head in the train and her tush and the reminder of her body is on the platform.
In those situations there is really nothing you can do but hang half bodied lifelessly while everyone in the train stares you down, I wave and smile politely.Thankfully the conductor let me on. Thank you kind sir, I bow down to you and your train god.
Sadly, even after all that effort I continue to be “held by the trains dispatcher” at 2nd ave. All that for nothing! At least I can say I tried.
From the 2nd ave stop (doors open, train chillin’ style) I wish you safe journey.
