Just like death, taxes, and the Jets always losing there is one constant in life for New Yorkers. That, my friends, is the NYC MTA subway system breaking down on a Monday morning!
It never fails. No matter what the weather conditions are, or the time of year, you can almost schedule it like clockwork that on Monday mornings during rush hour you will be greeted by delays. It’s always the same jumble of convoluted double-speak that you can barely decipher being announced on the barely comprehensible public address system. I think this is done on purpose.
As I descended to the subway platform this rainy morning it was nothing but mixed mumbo-jumbo at 8am. The last thing anyone wants to hear to start off the week. As if Monday’s don’t suck enough after a nice weekend that always ends too soon. Continue reading Bozo the MTA, and the Normal Monday Gut Punch.
I swear, there is nothing more infuriating to a New Yorker than being held captive by a mass transit system constantly on the verge of major collapse.
We here in the NYC area, millions of us, rely on the MTA subway system to get us back and forth to our places of employment every day, week, and month. In a timely manner. LOL – yeah, and I’m gonna be the next big Hollywood action star! Get to da choppa!
Yet, here I was, along with my sweat stained brethren and sisters once again left jam-packed on a subway platform to nowhere. Oh, this one was a doozy. Totally unforeseen as we descended to the underground platforms that had become as hot as Beelzebub’s anal cavity since we were just coming off a 90 degree weekend. Dammit, it’s Autumn! It’s not supposed to be this hot out. Yet, here we all were, a sweaty mass of humanity aligned shoulder to shoulder resembling fish in sardine can. ( and some people smelling like one – c’mon people use deodorant! ) Waiting. Waiting. More waiting.
Help? Continue reading Monday Funday – Greetings From the MTA!
As I am turning into a human bathhouse walking the streets of NYC I look around and view people of all types seemingly oblivious to the NYC summer heat and humidity. I don’t get it. There are those walking past me with layers of clothes on, heavy jackets, and thick jeans. Like it’s cold out. I am not kidding here as during my 5 mile run last night in Central Park I actually saw a dude jogging in jeans! IN JEANS! Can you just imagine peeling those off after that? Muenster cheese anyone?
Pretty much how I feel walking around NYC during this heat and humidity – Continue reading I am judging you. I’m judging you hard, New Yorkers.
Substance with no soul. Yet, it feeds on the souls of all those who died horribly across the street on 9-11.
A few days ago I paid a visit to the Oculus in NYC to check it out. Had not been down to the World Trade Center area in a while. I heard a lot about this new transportation hub. Walked around it and explored a bit. So, it’s basically an overpriced mall inside of a dead whale carcass structure that houses the MTA and PATH subway lines at an astronomically disgusting waste of $4 billion dollars of taxpayers money. All while we have homeless everywhere in NYC, and starving people in need of help. At least we can now shop in a mall right across where thousands died on 9-11! Pick up that fancy Hugo Boss suit! Buy that shiny Breitling watch! Purchase that stylish Kate Spade bag! Just be sure to ignore those begging for change or something to eat right outside of its doors. I read they paid the architect of this bloated piece of work upwards of $80 million dollars. Really?
Just another wasteful tourist attraction near where one of our darkest days occurred. Continue reading Substance With No Soul. The $4 Billion Dollar Oculus in NYC.