A Recap of My Weekend
I may be a Brooklyn snob, and it may be my contention that aside from theatre and tourist attractions, there's nothing Manhattan has that Brooklyn doesn't, but the real reason why I don't leave Brooklyn on the weekends is because of the MTA.
After a particularly shitty work week, I wanted to hole up in my apartment and not talk to anyone. Instant View has Seasons 1 and 2 of Dexter, so I ordered Chinese and settled in for a quality evening of Michael C. Hall and vegetable lo mein.
All of a sudden, my computer has one of those scary fatal error messages that Macs almost never get (they're reserved for shitty Dells). The problem with Macs, though, is that they are made so well, that when they break, we, as the user, can't do anything about it. Usually when my stopped working, I could yank out the battery pack or slam it with my fist and that would jar it back to life. Not so much for my beautiful Mac.
So I resigned to the fact that I would have to go to the Mac store in the morning. The Mac store is on 14th street in the , so it should only take me about a half hour to get there via subway.
I get on the F train and make it to Jay Street in record time. I have to transfer at Jay to an A or C train and take it to 14th street. Waiting, waiting, waiting.
Finally an A train comes. Here's all of the announcements that were made in about 15 minutes:
This train is running over the F line until West 4th street. Once we get to west 4th, we'll resume A line service (repeat about 700 times)
Oh wait, this train is going express to 59th street from West 4th street. No stops for 50 blocks.
Correction: this train is going local.
Enough to make you want to lock yourself in your apartment and never leave. Ever.