subway diaries, chapter 3
for all gothamites, the subway is a way of life. this is the third in a series of my thoughts on this modus transportare publico. i'm fluent in faux latin, be impressed.
i was talking to M and we both, hands down, agreed that the worst day of the month is the day our monthly metrocards run out.
you buy these things, you use them 2, 3, 4, times a day. you use them a dozen times in a weekend. happily you swipe your card to see the green "GO" pop up in the turnstile and you push your way through. barely remembering when it is you bought the card in the first place and never remembering to check on it's expiration date...
inevitably you're running late, you have your card out, ready to swipe. approaching the gate you swipe and walk at the same time, just to walk right into the turnstile, your body stopped with a jolt. disoriented, not getting what just happened, you check the gate. the words "insufficient fare" glare at you.
you turn around. realizing another month of swiping has been pulled from yet another metrocard you walk yourself to the machines to buy another, relieved that you'll start fresh with another full month of the glorious green "GO."