Month: August 2006

Man kills kids then jumps in front of Q train

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Did you hear about the mother who came home last night only to find her two kids dead in the bathtub? The mother got home around midnight after work. Daddy was home “taking care” of the kids.

Allegedly, he drowned the two little ones in the bathtub. He then went down to the subway and threw himself in front of the Q train.
Also, he apparently left 7 or 8 suicide notes, one of which he kept on his person.

What the hell do you do when you see something like that? Can you even imagine standing there waiting for your train when all of a sudden a dude jumps on the tracks in front of it? I guess that’s a textbook “See something, say something” moment. That’s something that’s just going to ruin your night.

Of course, the murder portion is a shame. No one wants that to happen. But there have to be better ways to kill yourself. Yeah, a train can kill you, but there are people who survive that!

Creepy sh*t man…creepy.

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Busy busy…umm no. Just not on time.

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It is annoying how one little problem on a subway line can screw things up EVERYWHERE. A five minute diversion on the C train can cause hours of backups on the 1 train. Stuff like that.

This morning, there must have been a holdup somewhere because the entire platform was 10 people deep. Even then, it took forever for the next train to arrive.

You know how this goes. Even when the train finally did come, it was already packed to the roof with people. The doors open up and one person gets off. That’s always promising. So an additional 30 people try to get in each door of an already full car.

There’s always that asshole that yells, “Could you move in please?!” Yeah ok buddy. Like we all have tons of room around us.

I had to shove a guy out of the train today. He ran up to the door and tried to push people in so he could squeeze in. I shoved him back right in the middle of his chest and said, “You are out of your mind.”

All of this because somewhere a single train threw off the schedule, and the rest of us have to suffer.

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Yankees Bonus (make up) Post

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Sorry to everyone who was expecting the usual afternoon post. I left work 30 minutes early and headed to the Bronx to catch the tonight’s game. On the way up here I rode by car with a buddy from work, hence no Live update this afternoon.

I just left the stadium after the end of the 8th. Hey, I gotta work in the morning! The Yanks were up 3 to 2 when I left headed into the 9th.
I really hope the D train gets here quick because apparently I wasn’t the only one who had the bright idea to run out early. The platform is packed right now.

That must suck to be on the train before it gets to Yankee Stadium after a game. You’re just riding the train, minding your own business with a couple other people on board. Then you get to 161st Street and WHAM. Flooded with obnoxious Yankee fans. Packed to the gills. Personally, I’d be pissed. Especially because of the “subway know it alls.” I wrote about them a few weeks ago.

I am sitting next to a mother with three boys all under the age of 12. Apparently, they asked Santa Claus for tickets to a game on their birthday. So mom schelpped them up here for the game. I would sooner shoot myself the take three kids on a plane only to then bring them to Yankee Stadium. Unfortunately for her, today turned out to be a double header after yesterday’s rainout. So, she took them to both games.

Well, just got off at 125th to catch the local transfer. I wish the local ran at all times from the stadium. Even though its local, I still get to my stop a lot faster.

Of course, who the hell knows when the C train will get here.

Is it me or does everyone above 110th Street always look pissed? There doesn’t look like there is ever a single happy looking person up here. Then again, I’d be pretty pissed if I lived in the middle of Harlem too. But maybe that’s because I am very white.

Finally the C train is here. That’s enough for now. All the beers I drank at the stadium are making it hard to type! Talk to you in the AM.

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Oh pleeeease stop running

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Did you ever notice how people run to catch a train? Did you ever look at someone running and think to yourself, “Oh please stop running. That’s entirely too much jiggle this early in the morning.

It is a regular occurance, but it is so funny to watch. What is it about women over 30 that makes them look like mental patients when they run? And why is it that only the “most jiggly” people are doing all the running?

Listen lady, all the bacon grease is on an express train to your heart as we speak, so take it down a notch and wait for the next train. None of us already ON the train want to have to carry you off.

Another odd thing that caught my eye this morning was a woman climbing the strairs a if she were almost at the summit of a mountain. Just one step, then stop. Then another step, and stop. Obviously, this isn’t the first I’ve seen it happen because people do that all over the system. However, it made me think how dumb you have to be to put yourself through that. Who in their right mind would go into the subway knowing that the usage of stairs is a matter of life and death? Why not just stay above ground and take the bus? (Gasp)

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Holy splish splash…Part Deux

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Well I wish there were more to blog about than the insane amount of rain lately, but that’s the big story.

I was lucky enough to get on The Death Car this morning before the rain hit. Unfortunately, this afternoon’s trip is a wet one!  Out my office window, it looked like it didn’t stop raining at all. The intensity came in waves, but it was nonstop.

My platform was virtually underwater when I got here a couple minutes ago. They are doing construction on the street level right above the uptown side of the platform. So, they put up a temporary ceiling, but it is esentially worthless. Water just pours through when it rains. It is such a joke. It isn’t even a drip. Its a straight up surge.

I think the water just funnels down to the open part. The result is that 70% of the platform is covered in caution tape even for the lightest rain. It doesn’t help that the floor is uneven. So the water pools everwhere. Watching grown men in suits play “avoid the puddle hop scotch” is pretty funny.

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I see old people

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I just heard the subway pulling into the station as I was walking downstairs. So, I ran through the turnstile to get down here. Unfortunately, I had to jump into a car that I usually don’t get in.

I’m what you call an “end-rider.” I prefer to ride near the very front or rear of the train. I don’t know why. It is just the way it is. Today, I had to jump in the middle car. And I am not happy about it.

It is like another world in here. I have no idea how a different section of the train could be so different.

First of all, I must be the youngest on in here by 30 years. I guess the middle cars must be closest to the stairs or elevators. I honestly feel like I am on the senior center activity bus. A third of them are asleep…or at least I hope they are asleep.

They all have thos tractor trailer size grocery carts filled with lord knows what. How the hell do they get those down here? Oh and bags on their heads. Guess that’s how you can tell if it is going to rain. Just look for old ladies with platic bags on their heads.

Here’s my stop. Gotta get out of the death car. Till later!

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No Air Conditioning? Is this a joke?

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What’s with all the subway cars with broken air conditioning?

The MTA has insane surpluses every year, yet there are still trains crusing around with random cars that have no AC.

In a hurry, I unknowingly jump onto those busted cars and immediately say to myself, “Well, maybe if I let the doors close on my head I will stop thinking abou how f***ing hot it is in here!”

Then I am just left here praying that we get to the next stop quickly so I can run down to the next car. Of course, I am not the only one thinking that. So there’s a herd of us running down the platform. Ohh and that’s after we fight off the idiots that are trying to get IN the hot car after we tell them not to.

Here’s my request of the MTA: Just lock those cars. Ok so they are broken. Fine. Just don’t let people in them.

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Rain rain…yep…more rain

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A lovely weekend of rain only to start the week with, you guessed it, more rain! Although, I belive a rainy weekend doesn’t always get the crediti that it is due. Afterall, it is the ultimate excuse to do NOTHING all weekend.

So, walk outside this morning only to be hit in the face with even more rain.

I think the rain drives more people underground. There are a lot more non-regulars on the train this morning. This theory is supported by the huge lines at the Metro Card machines this morning. Clearly there was an influx of people that don’t have cards already.

There should be a waiting line for the non-regulars. A completely different area of the platform. Sure, c’mon down…welcome aboard. But let the rest of us who are here every day on first. We’ve certainly earned it.

The non-regulars also throw my routine off. I have (just like all regulars- a certain area that I always stand on the platform. I also have a certain train car that I usually get in. The non-regular show up, and they clearly don’t know the routine. They don’t even realize that there is a routine.

Listen, this is where I stand. This is where I wait. And this is the train door that I get in. As a non-regular, step aside, and let me show you how it is done.
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Mmmm Times Square on a Saturday Night

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Talk about the party thay never ends. Or should I say, the freak show that never ends. I was dragged to Chevy’s in Times Square for dinner. Normally, I don’t enjoy a chain restaurant in the city. There are just so many other good places. But, I figured what the hell, I hadn’t been to TS in a while.

Well, the subway in TS is usually crazy enough on a weekday. On the weekends, especially weekend nights, it is a complete hell hole.  Wall-to-wall tourists and homeless people out to panhandle. The tourists have no ideah where they are going. They just wander.

Folks from out of town, I understand that NYC can be a bit much for you to handle…especially if you have never been here. However, this is the most important tip I could ever give you. Ready?

WALK. Don’t stop. Just keep f*cking WALKING.

Walking behind Bertha’s fat ass while trying to catch a train makes we want to scream. One foot in front of the other lady.

That’s it. Move.

Also, New Yorkers will stop to help you with directions. Just get out of the damn way first!  We have trains to catch too.

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