Things that go bump

So this is going to be short and sweet. I'm on the train home the other day (I took the later train to avoid being pushed into the tracks) and had a pleasant ride home. As I saw that we were approaching my stop, I walked to the door. The one side of the train was a bit crowded so I stood by the door on the opposite side. As we pulled into the station I felt a heavy whack on my bag. Freaked, I looked up to find the man standing next to me telling me I could get off the train on the other side once it stopped. All I could think was, "why thank you sir, yes I would have tried to pry the unopened doors, to my left, open with my bare hands. Then attempt to step out into thin air onto nothing if you hadn't told me the platform was on the opposite side of me." I managed to get a, "thank you" out. People are strange.

Days after Sandy

So the news came last night that a few Metro North trains would be taking people from Stamford making local stops to GC. Amazing news! I get to the train planning on jumping on the 7:48... The bell rings, I rush to the door and step on just before it closes. "Passengers this is the 7:25 local train to grand central...." I look down at my watch, yep it's 7:50. I'm apparently now on the 7:25 that had just space jumped backwards or the trains are all messed up. My guess was the second one.

We get rolling on our trusty old diesel train and reach the next stop. Catching a glimpse of trees torn out of the ground like spring weeds was just the start. As we approached the next stop, I'm still telling myself that the breaks were just wet from the rain because on any other day, I would have said "WE HAVE NO BREAKS!!!!" We came in like a freaking bucking bronco stepping on hot potato chips! The folic remark from the gentleman a few seats back reassured me that my concerns weren't just mine. Things smoothed out and we eventually reached New York. "125th st will be next then grand central!" I'm thinking, "awesome! Not as bad as I thought it would be!"
Did I speak to soon??? DUH! Mr train man comes on the speaker after we have been sitting in Harlem with the doors open for 15 mins and says, "uh sorry folks we seem to have lost power. We're gunna leave the doors open just incase anyone wants to walk. The shuttles and busses aren't running yet and the subways are down so, bare with us, we just have to her power back... Somehow. By the way your trip is free today and tomorrow thanks to gov Cuomo." ...... ..... ..... ..... ..... ...... ..... Umm k. So my monthly pass that I paid for means nothing today and I'm stuck in Harlem with a bunch of smelly folks who don't have power..... This.... Is..... My life.
We eventually make it to GC and I walk to work with one of my coworkers. I can honestly admit I have never seen grand central so dead in my entire life.

So the moment of truth comes... We walk back to grand central to catch our trains home completely worried about what we'll walk into once inside. We open the doors and look at the boards for the listings of times and tracks.... Awesome!!! Trains!!!!! No tracks!!!!! Ha! As we turn the corner and head to the pit or cattle call area, we join about 600 other commuters all waiting to get on the next two trains. I felt like I was on supermarket sweep! As soon as my track came up, the mad dash began! Track 26! And then came the announcer man..."the blah blah blah train to Stamford is being combine with the blah blah blah train to Harrison." WHAT?! So I'm not at all surprised at what happened next, however I did see my life flash before me. As I was swept into the mass of 400 people rushing to board a train that HAD NOT ARRIVED YET, I was nearly pushed into the tracks by a very large man who was apparently worried he might not get a seat! Buddy, I would have given you mine had I known that was coming! Needless to say the train came in and could not hold the amount of commuters eager to get back to their cold, dark, powerless homes. Luckily for me, the train door stopped right in front of me, I stepped on, got a seat and prepared for the second worst ride in my life. My ride home consisted of a grumpy packed train with people jam packed into every corner of the cars, cellphone talkers, seat changers and.... Drumroll please..... The man with the upset stomach! :D Tada!!! Every time the train stopped, people got off and new people got on. Small talk about the storm and lack of power was inevitable. Squished between the side of the train and the man that sat down on top of me, I realized I had been on the train for 1.5 hours. I get to do it all over again tomorrow.... For free!!!! Wait..... Crap. Enjoy my pix!

I'm BACK!!!

It's been a long time, yes... but I'm back! Stay tuned for some VERY entertaining stories... Just a preview:
-ear hair
-nose cobwebs
-get a room
-I can't believe what I'm hearing OMG
-the last train of the night
-the second to last train of the night
-hobbit foot no shoes
-popcorn mouth
-sleepy time mask
-feet, feet and more feet
-new trains, no seat piping
AND THIS DOESN'T EVEN SCRATCH THE SURFACE...

Ooo metro north! How funny are YOU?!

Sometimes it not the commuters who crack me up but the people I put my life in the hands of... Day after day after day after day... So today I, like a creature of habit look at the track listing just to make sure I'm heading for the right train. So as always my train is listed on track three. Get down to track three... No train. Ok no biggie... Then the metro north god announces the inevitable track change. :D track five. So now the commuters on track five don't know where their train is... Voice of metro north god announces... TRACK CHANGE track five you are now on track three. Train comes in.... And its a big one.... Eight cars.... ONE door out of fifty plus doors opens to let passengers off. After all of the one hundred plus passengers exit through the one open door.... ALL the doors open to let people on board. Ha. So we board and start to roll... As we pick up speed and FLY past
the next stop... People start to panic... Just as Mr. Joe mighty passenger man gets up to see to the bottom of this... The train conductor SLAMS on the breaks and.... Might joe takes flight.... Right through one car alllllllllllll the way into the next car. Ouch! He was ok, his fold up scooter broke the fall..... No he didn't start rolling down the aisle....

So I start to laugh because this is typical and then we start rolling backwards.... Which is always a little unnerving when done so quickly... Did they check to see f there was another train hauling booty on the same track? Eh no biggie....its not like there are train collisions or anything to worry about.

Happy travels folks. Big foot news paper eye poker elbows man just sat on me with a hot cup of coffee. Fun times. ;)

Nip Nip man...

Oi, it's been a few days since my last post... and with good reason... I've been sick. It's no big surprise with all of the... healthy... hygienic conscious... what am I talking about. Commuters are disgusting and I should have invested in a surgical mask and glove set a long, long, LONG time ago. I use to think that ppl who went through hand sanitizer like water were crazy... but I think I might just go invest in a bottle or five.

So... after two cups of airborne, one pack of Emergen-C, three cups of Thermaflu Max D,  12 tablets of Sudafed severe cold and flu... taken over the course of three days, two bags of cough drops, three bowls of chicken soup, three boxes of tissues and an amazingly loving husband... I still don't have a voice, can only breath through one nostril and have been told "you look like death, go home!" twice in one day. :)

So, having said that... here's my story, I'm sticking to it... I got on my train to come home today, sat down, put my knees up, looked up to.... nearly have my eye taken out by some fat mans nip nip standing at attention, poking' through his dress shirt... which was two sizes two small! I get that it's cooler out... layers are great, I'm a big fan, but PLEASE... when you are removing your outer layers of clothing on the train, do not face me and take them off like you are JLO in a music video. No one wants to see that. ALSO, please note... that when the body grows past the maximum capacity of said garment, it's best to go out a buy the next size up. We've all been there... we all have our fat clothes... sometimes it's best to hide what the world doesn't need to see. All in all, not a bad train ride... but if nothing else... dress shirt material is thin, purchase an undershirt. ;)

They can't all be funny...

I REALLY thought I was in the clear tonight. I took a later than normal train home after enjoying a great dinner with a dear friend.... The MTA god has no mercy. I made it all the way past 125th st without a seat buddy.

Slid my butt down in the seat, put my knees up, iPod was in.... There were plenty of open seats around me. So I shut my eyes.... I really think “Lurch” was just watching and waiting. Two seconds after shutting my eyes I felt an awkward tap on the shoulder.... Ooo what could it be? Joy... A seatmate!

Now I swear I never do this but I nearly said "no". He stood well over six feet tall, ripped jeans, ratty old undershirt on, flannel shirt balled up under his arm and an old backpack at his side. Long black hair, menacing face... Drug head eyes... Freaked the crap out of me. He grunted and pointed.... (Politely)...so I let him in. I was about two seconds from offering him my leftovers, as he looked hungry, when wouldn’t you know it, he pulls out a brand new iphone. Needless to say, I didn't attempt to fall back to sleep, but my mind was set at ease knowing he wasn't going to try to chop my head off or attempt steal my iPod as his was... much nicer.

BUT WAIT!! There’s always some twisted humor in the nightly MTA freak showings… "Lurch" was… how could I put this lightly… a master at the SBD… an expert stink bomb dropper… a repeat gas passer… Clearly he went to school and obtained his MBA in the art of farting. I spent the rest of my ride home with my face buried deep in my scarf, yet could still smell his little gifts through my perfume-covered shield. When my eyes started to water… I had to get up and move. I think the MTA should partner with Oust and just place two in each car…Tonight, we could have used five.

Stuck in the middle

So tonight:) I'm the a**hole. Haha as I was running off the shuttle at 7:03 I noticed that there was no way I would make the 7:05. So I decided to walk leisurely to the 7:18 on track 18. As I'm nearly halfway across gc at 7:04 I realize I'm right by the track for the 7:05... So the New Yorker in me came out and I ran for it... In four inch heels. As I'm running i begin to realize two things... One this train will be packed and two there won't be any seats.... To late to turn back I fly past the first car which is the bar car... Not even gunna go there in tonights post... Past the second car because it was thd bathroom car... Again... Not gunna go there for obvious reasons. I hop on the third car and start to search for a seat.

I nearly laughed out loud because as I took my walk of shame down the aisle as the late comer, every single person in a three seater did EXACTLY what I would do in this situation... They pretended to be sleeping! Lmao I found solice in knowing I wasn't the only person to fake sleep to avoid a second seat mate.

So I walked until I found two females with bags all over the middle seat. I asked if I could sit there and woman on the end smiled and moved her bags (she wasn't a month ticket holder.... Generally they are nicer.) HOWEVER the larger than normal beast sitting near the window shot me the stink eye and moved her bag at the slowest pace possible. Maybe she thought I would change my mind. Haha. "you're moving too slow, I'll pass..." NOPE! But the best part happened when I sat down and... No lie... "Stuck in the middle" by Mika started to play on my iPod.

There's a smell coming from somewhere.... Screaming children and ofcourse the drunks, but nothing tops the "fake sleep". Haha I love it. Happy trails, folks!