Culture on the Cheap
Crosstown Local Cavalcade XIII: Fear & Loathing
The mighty G train may very well sport some extra cars and extended rounds this weekend, but little can be said in terms of service. It is abysmal as always. Friday night the Mister decided to sojourn to Long Island City for a steak supper. All went well until it came time to go home: this task entailed a 45 minute wait. The next morning I asked him why he was out so late. The Mister’s answer was as follows:
The G train.
That was all that had to be said. It was understood. I care not to be an enabler but if someone wanted to cheat on his or her significant other, the Crosstown Local offers one of the best excuses for unaccounted time I can think of. Let our wait be your alibi!
And wait we do. Often.
Thankfully God has seen fit to create Sharpie Markers. Thus enabling us to while away the time by indulging in a little social commentary…
or critiquing the angry missives left by our predecessors. Of course not everyone has the privilege of having a marker at his or her disposal.
In which case a ballpoint pen, a willing partner and a little imagination will suffice.