MTA-TE, Memorial Day Edition
I was just shouting across two subway tracks, waving four fingers in the air like some NWA fan from the early '90's just out of a coma.
Why?
Because some dufus dressed like a Kid'NPlay fan out of a coma was ignoring the overhead speakers and flood of humanity fleeing the center 4/5 tracks for the 2/3 tracks.
Where it was just announced you had to go to get the now local 4 train. You see, at Atlantic Avenue, a decently sized subterranean maze, they regularly don't put up signs, close gates, post employees, or give anything but last minute warning about track changes.
We can fake a moon landing that fools everyone but Dan Akroyd and Flat Earthers, yet we can't master somebody opening and closing a door?
I know the Web has info, and I get the Twitted feed, but the sheer amount of failnoise drowns out good signal.
Not 5 by 5, B.
I'll make it to work on time. Irritated, but on time. But what about Kid?
Shock will kick him straight into an angry Tupac phase, and I'm not taking responsibility for that.
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