It’s a good thing I snagged a seat today, or it would have been a pretty crappy way to start my morning.
At 28th Street, my train was stuck in the station because of a door problem. Perhaps some of the motormen that read this blog can chime in on what can cause this.
Clearly it was not something that was going to raise a red flag on this insanely crowded train because they managed to get it fixed after about 15 minutes of waiting.
I was about 3 train car lenghts away from the door that had the issue, so I could see them trying to fix it. It consisted of one guy hitting the door close button over and over again while the other physically pushed the doors together with his hands.
From what I could see, the doors were closing just fine on their own. I’m not sure what pushing the doors together by hand was adding to the equation. I guess he was just trying to get the sensor to engage or something. If you stepped back and looked, you would have no idea something was wrong with the door because it closed all the way by itself.
After the threee stooges finished slamming the doors together over and over again, we got back on our way. Of course, we were so far behind that we immdediately had to start skipping stops to get caught up.
A frustrating way to start your Monday.
I enjoy a nice, crisp, white dress shirt as much as the next guy I guess. I don’t really think about them much other than when I immediately get a stain or mark on them before even getting to work.
That happened to me this morning thanks to the damn rubber gaskets on the subway doors.
Of course, it was all because of a damn baby stroller. I have railed and railed against open baby strollers on the train before, and many of you have said I am being to hard.
Well, first let’s just get the facts straight. The MTA says that strollers are supposed to be folded up and closed when riding the train.
Anyway, the train was somewhat crowded this morning. We came to a stop, and this mother started to get off the train. She got a bit of a late start in her move for the for the door. I was standing near the door, so I took a step out half way onto the platform. I was blocking the door open so she could get off with the stroller.
Just as she got clear of the doors, they started to close. Right into my back.
For the rest of the day, I had a very straight, very neat black line down the left side of my back.
Ahhh the joy of reader emails. This one goes in the classic pile:
Hopefully you’ll get a kick out of the new MetroFart t-shirt, just made available on DiggerTees.com.
A recent trip on the 6 train inspired this t-shirt design; I jumped on the train at 33rd street, to head home to the UES. I immediately detected a foul odor from the passenger standing next to me…only for the doors to open at the 42nd street stop, and an even fouler odor wafted in from the platform. It was unreal…
…but hey, we all come out of this winners, we now can proudly sport the new MetroFart t-shirt!
What a concept! [sarcasm]
The MTA has finally decided to outfit the old trains in the system with speakers mounted on the outside [Daily News] of the trains. That way, people outside the train can hear the announcements while standing on the platform.
I think we’ve all been in the situation where we’ve boarded a train only to realize that it is going to skip some stops. By then, it’s too late because the doors have already closed.
On those days where service is all f-ed up, these external speakers will come in handy. Since you can never rely on the MTA to make timely announcements over the platform PA system, at least you will be able to hear announcements from the trains when they are in the station.Read More »