I had a meeting that morning, and I was going to be late. I frantically ran around the house until I found my keys, and managed to get out the door about half an hour after I planned to. I jumped on the number 2 express and planned to transfer to the 1 at Park Place. I'd only end up being 15 minutes late that morning.
But Park Place was the end of the line. Forever.
An announcement came over the loudspeaker - there was no southbound service, this train was out of service, last stop, no passengers, yadda. No explanation was given. Hardened NYC straphangers grumbled and bestirred themselves from the commuter-trance, preparing to exit and make other transportation arrangements. "Fuckin' trains."
A woman ran the other way screaming, "They're blowing up the city! Get out! Run!" as we all exited the subway car. Seasoned NYC subway travellers shook their heads. "Fuckin' subway crazies."
I ascended the steps promptly at 9am. Chaos.
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