It is totally my own fault, but I mistakenly got on the wrong train on the way home from work. Two trains run parallel on my line and I over-zealously hopped on the first train that came.
Try avoiding this with trains (and in life for that matter).
Anyway, I was reading and didn’t really notice anything until the train stopped for an extra long time. I was already wondering why the train was so damn empty anyway, but the pause was a clue. I was on the train that no one takes. I call it the loser train — so I hop off.
No foul, they run parallel remember? My train shows up, people are riding the cool train, I find a seat, back to my reading.
Why the fuck am I in Midtown? What the fuck? Did this motherfucker…? Ugh. Switch sides.
I’m back on track. MTA are assholes.