“Due to a signal malfunction at Times Square, express trains will be running local at this time,” the obnoxiously calm voice said over the speakers barely audible enough to hear.<\/p>\n
“Fuck,” I replied mentally.<\/p>\n
“Due to a signal malfunction at Times Square, this will be the last stop.”<\/p>\n
“You bitch.”<\/p>\n
“Please transfer to the R,F,D, or M tria -”<\/p>\n
“Blah blah blah go to hell you monster.”<\/p>\n
It’s bad enough that the MTA dare raise our fares to two dollars and fifty cents, but whenever I take the train from Flushing during rush hour, and even a bit earlier, I feel like I’m being smuggled to the city. Ever have a grandma half your size shove you out of the way? I have, and there’s no way she could’ve done it if I wasn’t caught off guard and I didn’t let her, but I did because what would it look like if I had shoved her back? Plus I’m not generally interested in hurting people either. You have to admire her balls, but then I suppose she knew a dope when she saw one.<\/p>\n
The digital display of my cell phone, pale in the midday light on the elevated platform of wherever the fuck I was, showed me that it was past seven o’clock. Calculating that I’d be at least fifteen minutes late on the local, I knew that I’d be at least forty-five minutes late due to the detour. There was no sense in going further. My evening class had been cancelled as well.<\/p>\n
I walked toward the stairs leading downward. My descent was surrounded by a miasma of bodies and misery, which I was a part of. I ended up on the other side of the train station, my senses coming back to me more fully when I hear that voice again, “you’re next train will be arriving in nine minutes.” Not more than five seconds after, “you’re next train will be arriving in ten minutes.”<\/p>\n
“Bitch.”<\/p>\n
It’s just a voice, I know; a person like me or you, but that voice is representing the MTA, the Mass Transit Assholes. I know that shit happens, and things break down. We are all aware that shit doesn’t always work, but God dammit, I’m not paying for this mess.<\/p>\n
And yet I am. I already have. Two fares today spent and I didn’t get anywhere.<\/p>\n
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