Drama on the rails!
Mar. 26th, 2010 10:14 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ceebeegeeCommute was apocalyptically bad this morning. I entered the station and saw lots and lots of people--I'd guess the A was at least 15 minutes late, I've never seen that many people, at least 5 deep. Luckily it wasn't that much longer, maybe 4 minutes, and even more luckily I got a seat. Then the good times began. We lurched from station to station--every "dwell" took forever because people were fighting to get on. Around 175 there was literally no more room at the inn. At 168th Street the conductor announced we would be going local--people broke out into this disgusted babble, because, obviously, the train was so full as it was, it needed to skip stations, not add more! There was an awkward pause and then the conductor said "this train will now be making express stops." Everyone relaxed.
Somewhere between 168 & 145th, we heard someone crying out and a flurry of concern toward the back of the car, and then someone else called for water and we heard "when the train stops at the next station, can you tell the conductor to hold for a bit?" (Needless to say, this didn't go over well.) Some kind soul handed a bottle over, but nobody knew what was happening. Then we heard an older guy growl "if you're claustrophobic you probably shouldn't be on the train." There was a murmur of agreement.
Not sure exactly what happened--I know at one point the claustrophobe was on the floor (eww....) but s/he got off at 145th and there was no delay. There was a visible sigh of relief when we left the 125th Street station.
With all that, I actually wasn't late for work--I'd left a little bit early and luckily my connecting train arrived right away.
Somewhere between 168 & 145th, we heard someone crying out and a flurry of concern toward the back of the car, and then someone else called for water and we heard "when the train stops at the next station, can you tell the conductor to hold for a bit?" (Needless to say, this didn't go over well.) Some kind soul handed a bottle over, but nobody knew what was happening. Then we heard an older guy growl "if you're claustrophobic you probably shouldn't be on the train." There was a murmur of agreement.
Not sure exactly what happened--I know at one point the claustrophobe was on the floor (eww....) but s/he got off at 145th and there was no delay. There was a visible sigh of relief when we left the 125th Street station.
With all that, I actually wasn't late for work--I'd left a little bit early and luckily my connecting train arrived right away.
