My train ride...

I leave the house in a fine mood, I walk towards the station...Still in my right mind, the guy handing out the AM paper says: Good Morning Beautiful.  Have a wonderful day. I come back with: Thank you.  You too.  Or Enjoy! Or a big smile and a wave if he says it while I'm still visible.  I hit the first set of stairs and I'm still myself.  Sane. Granted, I'm not so much of a morning person so it's not the best time to get me chatty (I'm normally pretty chatty) if it's a morning trip but even still I'm not the: fuck you type of morning person.  More like the: humph type.  Anyway, I get to that first set of stairs going down and I'm basically still me.  Then I hit the second steps.  At this point people are starting to spill away from the narrow line that they form since the first set of steps are pretty narrow.  This is where mommies (and daddies for the sake of feminism and mr mom's) start to maneuver with strollers diagonally down a not so diagonal path.  It's where old people pull their canes out and decide they want to have conversations with their spouses who are now walking next to them using the same cane.  And where generally ditzy under age thinkers start chatting it up with their friends on their cellphones trying not to go too far underground or they'll lose them. Can you hear me now? But I'm nimble.  I make it through that set.  I even make it past the moron tourist who's just figuring out how to use their unlimited ride metro-card.  And they are always having so much fun with it when they slide it wrong.  

Once I step over the turista and make it through the turnstile something goes terribly wrong and I get evil.  Granted, I'm a little evil.  Not the kind that likes to see little kids cry but I do find myself seeing things in my minds eye periodically that wouldn't constitute me being such a nice chick.  But humor me for a minute because I think maybe this would make the pope spit.  The final set of  stairs that take me to the downtown train I'm on the majority of the time is at least 14 feet wide (not long, wide) with ample space for 5 people min. to comfortably charge down and catch their ride. But almost everyday someone is on it wrong.  And they're usually strolling down.  And it's usually some couple in the beginning of their couple-dom and they're holding hands with the other arm out to the side like their Kate and Leonardo in the Titanic.  Usually they look like they've been at it all night and they are so relaxed that this is as fast as they could ever move.  And these same folks varying in shape, size and age all do inevitably the same thing.  They make me miss the train.  And what's worse...They don't seem to care!  I mean it's NY.  Everyone's in a hurry and if you're not...Don't rub it in by strolling.  IT'S JUST RUDE!!!