Sing it, Grateful Dead fans, sing it.
I would love to write more of the lyrics,
but since this is a family oriented type blog,
I think discretion would be the better part of valor.
So far my subway experiences have been rather enjoyable.
Not too busy or too packed. No delays and only missed a stop once.
With my sincere apologies to Dinah Washington, what a difference a day makes.
Lines that were about 75 people long. And about 50 different lines or more.
The subway was jam packed today.
It took about 20 minutes to get on the train.
People helped by pushing one another into the train so that when the doors shut they wouldn’t be squished by them.
Just hold on and hope you don’t get crushed.
I thought that this would be a perfect place to test social anxiety and do exposure therapy for people with claustrophobia.
I’m pretty sure this would cure just about anyone.
Just enough room to breathe. And smile a little at everyone else and the absurdity of it all.
It was so tight I had trouble bending my arm to reach into my pocket to get my iPhone.
I kept working at it because I knew I needed pictures to explain how packed it actually was in the subway.
Even HAL 9000 had enough and lost his mind.
Even the onboard computer decided it was too much and had a HAL 9000 moment.
One stop before my exit, a voice over the loudspeaker and said something in Mandarin.
The whole crowd sighed in exasperation and I guessed it was the expected, “Sorry, we are in a delay, please wait” kind of message.
I was right.
So we stood there for another 5 minutes waiting…and waiting…and waiting.
Finally the train moved and I reached my destination.
As I got off, the guards were telling people to stand in line, don’t push, and don’t overload the trains.
All I could think of was,
“Driving That Train…”