This morning it took the fucking L train 30 minutes to get from Bedford Avenue to 8th Avenue. Normally? About 8 fucking minutes. But it kept insisting on sliiiiiiiiiightly trying to move the whole fucking time. Slooooooooooooooowly creep along for about 15 feet, then "This train is delayed due to traffic ahead." Stop. Then sslooooooooooooowly start again, 15 feet, then stop. AAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!
THIS IS LIKE WHEN PEOPLE ARE DOING THE FUCKING DISHES AND RUN THE WATER AT ABOUT HALF IT'S POWER. DRIPITTY DRIP SPLASH. Sorry for caps. Ain't retyping.
I'd rather just wait in the fucking station until the coast is clear, then feel like I'm being shot out of a cannon. What was the point of all this fucking nonsense?
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