Today @ 5:00 pm.
Myself and about a thousand other sweaty would-be commuters peering down the track at the 34th Street Stop of the A train.
For 20 minutes. No train.
And then there was one. Only it was the local, E, on the other side of the tracks.
15 more minutes. No train.
And then another train on the local side. This time it was an A.
So along with just 15 others, I darted down the stairs, under and through the tunnel, up the other stairs (bursting through some poor tourists with luggage) to barely squeeze on the train.
Is this the A train?
So, let me get this straight MTA: you run the A on the local track, and for some reason don’t announce it?
But it gets slightly better.
We run local ’till 59th Street. But then we run express to 125, and then 145. For some unannounced reason. At 145 we pull alongside another A train, which everyone teams into. “Why?” I asked the conductor. “Because that one might leave first.” Then he shrugged.
Very fitting for the MTA. A shrug.