MTA did it to me again today. I was peacefully sitting on the Q line, and after we crossed Manhattan bridge I counted the stops until my station, and got off. Everything went without a hitch up to this point, but I had NO idea where I was. I pulled my earphone out and listened to the announcement from the train "uh...this train will be going local now..sorry about that...". I think they ended up on the wrong line. So from there on they pretended they were an F line or something like that, except when we got to Times Square, they announced it was the last stop for this train (I think someone wanted their train back). So there I was, another lost Canadian abandoned at the Crossroads of the World by the MTA, ay. Where they had that bomb a couples day ago, too. I spent some time trying to get my bearings, then headed north to good old Central Park, and hiked 40 minutes to my real destination.
"um..hi, can you take my picture? I'm like totally not suppose to be here..."
I spotted other wary travelers no doubt lost here much longer than I.
There were some pretty big screens
Even McDonald's in Times Square is all pimped out with McBling!
The adventure didn't end there, though. On the way back home, I got down to the express line, and when I went down the stairs the train was waiting with its doors invitingly open. I got in, and waited. We weren't going anywhere, nothing was happening. Then the announcer came on and said that this line was now out of service, and all trains would be going local on the local track. What?! Not again! Did I break it?! So I got out, and got in line to go back up stairs. They closed the doors of the almost empty train, except for that old guy who didn't want to leave. Then the lights went out (that old guy is probably still in there...), and the line was shut down.
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