Isn’t it interesting and rather frightening how sometimes one tiny event, otherwise innocuous, can just set you off? After work the other day I went to my pièd-a-terre to check the mail and so forth, then got on the Metro to meet Thom at Pentagon City as usual. The train I was on stopped between stations for a while, and when it arrived at Foggy Bottom, the driver told us we had to off-load the train. Now this has happened before, and normally I’m rather laid-back–que será, será–but I was surprised to find myself frazzled. What’s going on? How long were we going to be here?
I, along with hundreds of fellow passengers, got off the train and joined hundreds more waiting on the platform. My tolerance for swirling, massive crowds of Metro commuters has been slowly diminishing over the past few months. Maybe I should take after Sarah Vowell:
The other day, in the subway at 5:30, I was crammed into my sweaty, crabby fellow citizens and I kept whispering under my breath “we the people, we the people” over and over again, reminding myself we’re all in this together and they had as much right–exactly as much right–as I to be in the muggy underground on their way to wherever they were on their way to.
I was already running late, and remembering that my cell phone doesn’t receive a signal in the Metro–a plague on your house, Sprint PCS!–I scrambled for change and went and stood in line for a pay phone–fifty cents? why, back in my day…–to call Thom and apprise him of the situation.
A minute or so later, while I was still standing in line, the train that had been off-loaded and just sitting there was back up and running, and letting people board again. A little exasperated, I got back on, and resumed my journey. When I finally got home, I just started crying. Again I surprised myself with my visceral reaction. I couldn’t explain it. Had a variety of smaller, manageable stresses just given way under the featherweight of a Metro delay? In those few moments of underground confusion, I felt so stuck, lost, disconnected. And now I was so happy to be home. “We the people, we the people…”
Aside: Metro has just approved a fare hike, effective June 27. Great.
4 replies on “Subway and rider, both breaking down”
Oh, how awful about the subway! Every time I’ve been on subway/tube-y things, I keep rediscovering a new level of claustrophobia.
(“Levels of Claustrophobia”–not a bad name for a shouty, unhappy poetry book)
Hope things are better!
Oh Jeffy, I am sorry. It sucks to have a day like then when everything goes wrong and nothing seems like it is under your control.
I found this random website. It made me laugh. I hope it makes you laugh too.
http://www.i8u.org/
Dude im sorry… i hope you have a better experience next time, if there is one. altho i know how it is… when everything just piles in on you and you just cant take anymore, it all comes out the only way it can…
Isn’t metro just lovely?