Crosstown Local Chicanery: Who Moved My Cheese?

April 13, 2008 by
Filed under: Greenpoint Magic 

Yesterday the Heathers took a day trip to south Brooklyn. Mr. Heather took the usual precaution and looked up the MTA service advisories for the almighty G before we left. All was clear, he said. The Mister is fanatical about such things. He loves structure and order.

This is unfortunate given the Crosstown Local is our subway line. The capricious nature of the G has taught me to take a certain Zen approach to rapid transit. Does a bunch of people berating the crappy service on said line at City Hall make a sound? No, not really. Does a subway entrance for the Crosstown Local unencumbered by tape mean there is service? Not necessarily. Anything goes on the G. It is a joy ride of the absurd, as you will see.

We ducked into the Smith and 9th entrance for the G at India Street. It was open for all to enter. This would lead a reasonable person to believe said platform was in service. But the Crosstown Local does not toe the line of reason; it was closed. So we schlepped to the Queens-bound platform. That’s where we were met with the following piece of transit-related hilarity.

Let’s think about this for a moment. If one is standing on the Queens-bound platform waiting for the Smith-9 St bound train on a Saturday afternoon at 2:30 p.m. what good does this annotated sign do— other than to confuse?

Miss Heather


2 Comments on Crosstown Local Chicanery: Who Moved My Cheese?

  1. rowan on Sun, 13th Apr 2008 5:16 pm
  2. my guess is that the annotator (who has lovely penmanship) was miffed at the MTA’s lack of correct punctuation for 9(th) Street.
    the sign is in effect Monday – Friday late nights. my second guess is that it will be removed after Friday the 18th.

    interesting choice on the Heathers: is that what you and the Mr. are calling yourselves now on the “blog-o-sphere”?

  3. jake_tuff on Mon, 14th Apr 2008 12:18 pm
  4. I fell into the same trap yesterday on a trip to Bed Stuy. I paid no attention to the tape at the Smith bound stairs, since as you stated before that “Anything goes on the G”, and stood at the platform. Some tired, yet friendly MTA workers then informed me that all trains were leaving from the Queens bound platform. I stood there haplessly for 20 minutes with only a Queens bound train stopping. At that point I surrendered to the G and decided on the B43. I waited over a half an hour and that never showed. No big deal, I don’t get mad at the ocean when it’s too rough to leave the inlet.

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