midnight rambler

I’m going to say that around 5:15, I walked down to the 23rd Street subway to get a local uptown C or E train.

Except for the fact that the uptown platform was deserted. Everyone was being rerouted to take a downtown train to 14th Street to pick up an express ACE. Why? Well, there was an “investigation” on the uptown local tracks.

That’s all we knew.

So I hopped on a C down to 14th, got off and waited for the next uptown express train, which happened to be an A. It was the absolute slowest-moving train I’ve ever been on, probably due to the fact that there was a C pretty much right in front of it.

Whatever.

Right before arriving at Penn Station (the stop before the one I needed to get off at), the train stopped. The air-conditioning went on full blast and I could hear the silence bouncing off the walls of the train car. 

After five minutes, we crawled to Penn, and then crawled to Port Authority.

The presence of the NYPD and the amount of police tape around the platform was overwhelming. As it turns out, some woman died on the tracks at Port Authority, basically right before I was supposed to get on my own subway. Had I known that, I would have just walked in the crappy, cold rain - but that’s why I got on a train in the first place.

As if that wasn’t bad enough, my bus was late coming to Port Authority.

And then when it finally arrived, it took about 25 minutes to crawl through the Lincoln Tunnel. All in all, the ride was nearly two hours.

All told - door to door took nearly three hours.

Back at it tomorrow, baby.