Dear New York City Subway
Dear New York City Subway,

You know I love you. You know that, after my sneakers, you are my favorite mode of transportation in New York. But, seriously, you were really quite the pain in my butt today.


I had to get to hockey at noon. 11:10 or so I head out to get the B, D, V, or F at Broadway/Lafayette then transfer to the C or E at West 4th. I get to the BDVF platform and hang….and hang…and wait. And then a train comes along and I get on (it really doesn't matter what it is since all of them stop at West 4th. But as I sit down I see that I'm on an E train. What?

There was this gentleman wearing kahki pants, a long flowey green shirt and a salmon colored scarfy thing sitting across from me chatting to a woman and I ask him if this really is an E train. He said he didn't know and then smiled sweetly at me and offered me a cookie out of this bag of cookies he had. Um, OK. Uh, no, but thanks. LOL

If it were really an E train, I'd just stay on it. So, we get to the next station and I hear the announcer, "This is a Queens bound E train traveling on the B track." Uhhhh, does that make it a B train? Or…I don't know. I don't take a chance. I get off and head to where I normally pick up the C or E.

I get up there and check out the never at all helpful service change signs which informed me that E trains weren't running on the E track. Got that. No mention of the C train so I just hang out. The announcer then comes on, "Ladies and Gentlemen, there is no *crrssseeesshhhhcccrrrrrrrr* downstairs on *crsssshssssh*. For alternate service use *ccrrrrrrrrsssrrr*. Thank you for riding MTA *ccrrrrrssss*." Huh? Then a drunk guy starts walking up and down the platform telling everyone that E trains were running down on the B track. And by now I'm just laughing but seriously considering just getting a cab because it's getting late.

But then a C train rumbles into the station on the A track (which is the express track). I'm thinking, it's a C train, a local train. So I get on.

We stop at 14th as expected. And then blow right on by 23rd street which is where I needed to get off. I'm not laughing anymore.

I get off at 34th St and head over to the downtown C and E platform. I hear a train pulling in so I sprint up the stairs and dash in, praying it's what I want. Fortunately, it is and it lets me off at 23rd St. All this while lugging my hockey stick and hockey bag on my back.

Ugh. I dash into the locker room quite late and my captain goes, "Thank god you're here!" I said I was sorry but the subways were crazy and she said, "That's nothing, the West Side highway is shut down and they're not letting anyone in to the rink so half the team isn't here." Oy!

But, alls well that ends well. And in the end, I got there…just took a little longer than intended, lol.

I still love you, New York City Subways. But sometimes, on the weekends, you could be a little clearer about what you're doing.