subway diaries, chapter 2
for all gothamites, the subway is a way of life. this is the second in a series of my thoughts on this modus transportare publico. i'm fluent in faux latin, be impressed.
justy and i went to go see woody allen's new effort, matchpoint. discussing the movie as we walked to the subway:
me: i kept thinking i had it figured out, that i knew what was coming next...
justy: me too! i mean, when you saw that ring after he tossed it...
me: i know! i saw that and thought, "shit. it's over."
getting downstairs to the tracksjusty: i thought it was awesome
me: me too. totally loved it...
seeing train approachboth of us, in unison, in reference to the oncoming train: now THAT'S awesome!
with few exceptions, nothing fails to impress more than happening to catch a train just as you arrive on the platform. this is doubly true after 10pm when train frequency is nearly cut in half.
posted by jazz @ 7:58 PM
5 people who played with me:
I had the same thing when I was in Vienna. I loved the Public transportation (which may as well be considered a curse word where I live) and it was a strange form of pleasure to catch the train right on time, without having to wait.
I love living in a city with as many cars as people. Parking can be a pain in the ass, but you never have to wait to go anywhere.
When I was in Poland, I found that in lieu of a subway they had tram lines. Tram lines are the biggest threat to pedestrians I have ever seen. Because of the way they are built, it is almost impossible to tell how far away one is down the street from you. I was almost killed on a few occasions. On the whole, though, I think my favorite part about public transport is getting on, and, en route to your destination, seeing a drunk get on to sleep it off. HA!
kind of reminds me of how i feel about reaching a psychic agreement about what type of food you and your date are in the mood for.
happes so, so seldom.
I used to joke that I had a train repellant. No matter what time I arrived, the train would be 20 minutes late - as though it had to *convince* itself to pick me up.
Yeah. It still hurts. But i hope we can be friends again one day :)
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