Fuck you MTA

Full platform when I get to Jay St.-Metrotech. It's over 90 degrees on this platform, and filled with humidity and stank. No R for 15 minutes. A Q showed up though . . . For those non-NYers, the Q is not supposed to stop there at all.

Then the R train I'm on held at Dekalb for 5 minutes. Then a ginger child starts crying. Fantastic.

An old Asian woman gets a seat, but leaves her old shopping bag collection in front of the doors. Prime AC spot taken by old shopping bags. I stare at her. She makes eye contact with me, doesn't understand why I'm staring, and goes back to braying in her native tongue with friends. Fucking bitch.

At every stop, a very wide woman, with the gaite of an old timey moustached villain, skulks around the train looking for a seat. Her constant movement forces the whole fucking train to accommodate her. The child keeps crying.

A guy begs for money. I feel like shit as this guy has to beg to eat, and I don't have money to give. All this shit with a side of guilt. Wonderful. The child is STILL crying. The train ride from hell ends.

A train ride that normally takes 30 minutes, takes an hour. I usually get a seat on this train ride without struggle. 

This happened because the MTA is on its fucking period or something. Get it together. Just provide consistent service. That's all. Everyone's $2.75 has to at least provide consistency.

Fuck you MTA.