What the F is up with the A....Train?
I've had it with the A Train. Today, in preparation for a 7:45a conference call, I rolled out of bed at 6:15 and left the house by 7. The F train arrived at my stop a few minutes after me and everything seemed to be going great. I switched across the platform at Jay Street/Burrough Hall, and the A Train (my newest adopted train) arrived minutes later, right on time. Then, something happened. As we entered "the tunnel" - that stretch of subway universe no man's land between Brooklyn and Manhattan - the train began to slow until it came to a full stop. Listening to my iPod and reading the paper, I didn't think much of it at first. But as more and more time passed - five minutes, ten, fifteen... - forcing me to repeatedly check my watch, I grew restless. The conductor's message "ladies and gentlemen, there is a C Train stopped in front of us, we'll be moving as soon as possible, sorry for the delay," which he repeated every two minutes, did not help. Sadly, this is the third time I've experienced something similar on the A Train in the past two weeks. In total, my commute this morning consumed 55 minutes and I was, obviously, late for my meeting. Considering I can bike from my house to my office in 35 minutes, I find this entirely ridiculous. To the A Train: "You're on your last straw buddy. One more morning like today and I'm switching back to the F/B/D for good!!"