I know. I know. You’re gonna say what Brandon said last night when I got home at 1 a.m, “You’ve really got to stop doing that.” That being the fact I ended up in the inferno of the wrong subway station on the wrong island in – you guessed it – Brooklyn.
How I got there’s not really important. Just take an unmarked train at 11 p.m. in Soho and you’ll find yourself expressed off to somewhere far, far away. I had just wanted to get one stop closer to WTC and therefore the PATH to Hoboken. Instead, I got a ride over the Brooklyn Bridge and then it passed quite a few stops over there before finally stopping.
Thankfully, I wasn’t the only unlucky traveler to find themselves expressed off to Brooklyn. My two trusty companions helped ease the pain of the sweltering heat, which was severely dampering my evening’s buzz. Or at least my head was starting to buzz in the heat.
The dark-haired woman from Texas first said to me they worked in “Immigration”, for the government… for Homeland Security she whispered. The gov’t has brought lots of out-of-state employees in to help New York agencies catch up, as they’re 5 years behind. How nice. They’re helping them catch up on paperwork.
The gov’t pays their regular salaries, plus all living expensives — with maid service to boot. And plenty of opportunity for overtime, paid overtime. Where do I sign up?
I found it somehow reassuring that Homeland Security was lost with me in the NYC subway system. Don’t you?
I learn something new here everyday. Last night I learned to just take a cab to the PATH. It’s cheap and it would have saved me 90 minutes of my life. And if you thought that a NYC subway station is hotter than hell, you should try waiting for the PATH train at 9th St. 120 ° of hot, heavy heat. When the wind blows down the tunnel, you feel how it is to be roasted in an oven.
