Friday, July 17, 2015

Navigating the Subterranean Passages of NY PENN Station

Last week I had this lady with a travel desk, with a full crochet kit, a 22oz of malt liquor and #4 sub from the local deli with all the onions and vinegar you ever wanted.  I was hoping she would be getting off at Secaucus, but she ended up trekking it all the way to Watsessing Avenue where so many of the eyesores seem to dwell.  At least it wasn't August, because these people will board the train and commence to devour a chicken caesar wrap on a standing room only train home in 112 degree heat.

I used to commute from the 7th ave side and ride the rear of the train, but now I go with the 8th ave downstairs and get on the very front.  Inevitably it is always unbelievably hot.  NJTransit tells me that this is because it is Amtrak's property and there is some sort of antagonistic relationship between the two entities.  I use all sorts of Special Forces tactics and clever commuting skills to be the first person on the front quiet car for the 6:10 (formerly the 6:08 and before that, the 6:18) to Montclair, and still - no matter what seat I choose on the empty car, I inevitably end up putting up with all kinds of bizarre behavior.  Last week I ended up with a guy in front of me, one guy directly behind me and another to my left.  As soon as we pulled out and into the tunnel, they began some sick form of synchronized sneezing.  The guy behind me actually coated my right cheek with liquid matter from his mouth and nose.  There is no law in NY or NJ that would allow me to defend myself or to carry out a just and proper punishment on the spot, so I just pulled out the hand sanitizer and wiped my face liberally while breathing through my shirt.

As Dane Cook once highlighted, these people make absolutely no effort to contain, restrain, stifle or suppress their sneeze.  They let it go full blast, but this is the general group thought that really wears on me about this area.  It is a reflection of their general lack of concern for others and how what they are doing affects others.  There is no empathy.  All you have to do is examine the parking game played in the more urban districts of New Jersey and certainly in NYC.  The parallel parking phenomenon is something I used to document.  I once witnessed an entire family of people climb out of a Jeep Cherokee to try and help direct the act, just as I have witnessed large overly extended work vans (the type used by churches to transport parishioners and alternately by contractors to transport equipment) ram themselves into spaces not fit for a bicycle, all at the expense of the luxury cars parked near enough to one another to provide the owners with some degree of comfort and far enough apart to enable either party to pull out without inflicting damage to either vehicle.

Have you ever experienced the late train home, possibly on a Thursday night?  Those are always fun.  That's when the cheesesteaks and chinese food platters come out in full force.

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