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Tuesday, June 10, 2008

Life is like a box of chocolates...hot messy melted crushed ruined chocolates

We are in a heat wave. I love it. Except when you are already leaving work 15 minutes later then usual, its literally 95 degrees out, and you go into the gross subway to find an R train chillin and looking like its not going anywhere anytime soon. After 15 minutes of waiting, it was getting a little stuffy and people started approaching the conductor. She explained that an N train was stuck at Ditmars and no one could move til it was unstuck. Lets map this out. I am on 59th and 5th. Ditmars is the very last stop in Astoria. Happens to be where I am going but regardless, why couldnt other trains, including the R who really has not much to do with that line except in the city, as far as I understand it, just continue service up til Astoria Blvd, the stop before where the scene of the crime was going down? In any case, I am not a conductor nor a metro expert so, it is what it is.

The conductor didnt know when she would be moving the train again but didnt think it was anytime soon. This little blonde in front of me then shouts, "Who's going to 30th Ave in Astoria and wants to split a cab?" I figured, why not. Me, this little blonde, and another random lady get to the top of the stairs and little blonde sees a cab. She whistled and it pulled over. Dam this chic is my hero. We then proceeded to take hands down the most violent cab ride I have ever taken. We tried to talk to distract ourselves but puggle chat and job annoyances just would not cut it. We drove on the curb, ran red lights, hit 3 cars and a wall, tires screeched, people slided, it was horrible. I will admit, there are some times when I exhaggerate but this is the absolute truth. When we got to Cresent and 30th, both girls were like, this is far enough, and jumped out, each throwing me a $5. This amount would have been perfect if I was getting out a couple blocks up but I wasnt and I wasnt going to spend more then $5 on this cab ride nor stay in it a second longer alone. So I jumped out too. I then walked home from 30th. I wonder how far that actually is. Its really not a bad walk but in 95 degrees after the chaos that just ensued, it wasnt great either. I opted not to go to the gym after that. Glad I paid for a membership and havnt set foot in that place since.

While im on the subject of faulty subways...Every morning without fail I watch as downtown 6 trains whiz by and I wait my 10 minutes for my crowded ass 6 uptown to show up for one lousy stop. Today I counted 6 of them go by before I was pushed into my train. Its a horrible way to start a morning.

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