The latest column recounts one of the most miserable subway commutes ever. This was worse than being stuck on the train for three hours one afternoon when a moron on a C train ahead of us tried to surf on top of the train. He hit his head on the ceiling of the subway tunnel and was hit by a following E train. That was not the fault of the MTA, though I don’t doubt the loused up re-routing the trains that day because I saw numerous trains passing us by on other tracks.
This latest transit shame was brought to you by our failing infrastructure, the usual MTA incompetence, and less than two inches of rain.
I love New York City and always will, but we’re in a darker part if its history right now, and I don’t foresee things getting better anytime soon.
