les bleux du train
I hate the L train!
Sure, the G train comes only every 10 minutes and is always under construction on the weekends. The G train is always leaving just when I get to the station. The G train is sometimes host to annoying high school field trip groups.
But all this does not compare, does not even begin to parallel the hell that is the L train.
It’s my impression that people generally tolerate, even like, the L. It comes often, and it goes to Williamsburg. It is filled with rich trust fund hipster kids going to Bedford Ave, artists going to Bushwick, and real Brooklynites headed to those unknown regions beyond where gentrification has not yet spread its insidious roots. When I say I live on the G line I always get a sympathetic, sighing, “ohh,” from my conversation partner. “I’m sorry. I heard the G train sucks.”
Those that choose to see it that way can. All I’m saying is, the L train is my enemy.
Very Good Reasons Why the L Train Sucks
by Nara
1. at rush hour, it is intensely, claustrophobia-inducingly crowded.
2. even when it’s not rush hour, there are never seats.
3. if you are standing, you are subjected to violent thrashing back and forth of the train car as it travels under the East River (a pleasant thought in itself) at speeds that are very likely unsafe.
4. and this is a big one - that Stupid Fucking Voice that Very Loudly Announces when the Train will be Arriving, despite the fact that the same information is already displayed for us on signs place carefully so that they are not visible from most parts of the platform:
“Attention passengers. The next Brooklyn-bound L train will depart in a approximately 12 minutes. The next Brooklyn-bound L train will depart in approximately 15 minutes.
(2 minutes later, as I can already tell by the wafts of sewer-scented air that the stupid train is nearing the station):
“Attention passengers. The next L train is now arriving on the Brooklyn-bound track. Please step away from the platform edge.”
5. most of the time both the numbers displayed on the reader board AND the lady are wrong.
6. sometimes she even announces that the wrong train is coming.
7. you know what? I don’t WANT to know when the train is coming. I just want to stand miserably and wait, like a normal subway passenger. Sometimes ignorance really is bliss.
I hate it. I really do. Now I’m going to eat some pizza.
les bleux du train
I hate the L train!
Sure, the G train comes only every 10 minutes and is always under construction on the weekends. The G train is always leaving just when I get to the station. The G train is sometimes host to annoying high school field trip groups.
But all this does not compare, does not even begin to parallel the hell that is the L train.
It’s my impression that people generally tolerate, even like, the L. It comes often, and it goes to Williamsburg. It is filled with rich trust fund hipster kids going to Bedford Ave, artists going to Bushwick, and real Brooklynites headed to those unknown regions beyond where gentrification has not yet spread its insidious roots. When I say I live on the G line I always get a sympathetic, sighing, “ohh,” from my conversation partner. “I’m sorry. I heard the G train sucks.”
Those that choose to see it that way can. All I’m saying is, the L train is my enemy.
Very Good Reasons Why the L Train Sucks
by Nara
1. at rush hour, it is intensely, claustrophobia-inducingly crowded.
2. even when it’s not rush hour, there are never seats.
3. if you are standing, you are subjected to violent thrashing back and forth of the train car as it travels under the East River (a pleasant thought in itself) at speeds that are very likely unsafe.
4. and this is a big one - that Stupid Fucking Voice that Very Loudly Announces when the Train will be Arriving, despite the fact that the same information is already displayed for us on signs place carefully so that they are not visible from most parts of the platform:
“Attention passengers. The next Brooklyn-bound L train will depart in a approximately 12 minutes. The next Brooklyn-bound L train will depart in approximately 15 minutes.
(2 minutes later, as I can already tell by the wafts of sewer-scented air that the stupid train is nearing the station):
“Attention passengers. The next L train is now arriving on the Brooklyn-bound track. Please step away from the platform edge.”
5. most of the time both the numbers displayed on the reader board AND the lady are wrong.
6. sometimes she even announces that the wrong train is coming.
7. you know what? I don’t WANT to know when the train is coming. I just want to stand miserably and wait, like a normal subway passenger. Sometimes ignorance really is bliss.
I hate it. I really do. Now I’m going to eat some pizza.
Posted 4 years ago
