The day was Tuesday November 15 & the journey had already begun. I woke up with the specific intention of shooting along the
The 5 came pretty quickly. I boarded car 6833 & was on my way. I didn’t get a corner seat like I prefer. I ended up getting one in the middle of the train. I happened to notice a young attractive hispanic woman sit across from me. The ride was a typical one until the train arrived at
He spotted the same woman & must have lost his focus. He originally planned on sitting next to me which would have him across from her. He then decided he should sit directly next to her with his friend sitting next to me. I thought that was the end of it but it wasn’t. He now got up again & started asking the woman where he should sit.
She looked at him like wtf are you asking me this question for. She politely told him he could sit on any of the seats as it didn’t matter to her. He asked her at least 3 times. I guess this is a new technique in flirting with someone. He finally makes the earth shattering decision to sit next to her. Well he now felt a connection I suppose & felt the need to try & chat her up.
She clearly wanted to laugh at whatever lame conversation he was offering up. I admit I was trying not to laugh myself. There was a senior citizen sitting next to him trying not to laugh at him either. We all deserved medals for not doing so. I think his friend found it hilarious as he just chuckled.
I felt pity towards the young woman. The first reason is obvious. I felt bad she had to sit next to this clown. The second reason I felt bad was because she was clearly trying to listen to music on her mp3 player. She tried to continue listening but it was to no avail as he didn’t get a clue or if he did, he ignored it.
She eventually told him that she was trying to listen to music & he finally backed off. Hello genius, you should have figured that she was listening to music when she was holding her mp3 player in her hand the whole time. The circus came to an end at
The next round of comedy began in the same vicinity. There was a black woman who looked to be in her mid to late 20’s who sat near the end of the bench seat. She looked to be relaxing as she had her eyes closed. When the train reached
The woman sat to the right of the black woman & her boyfriend sat to the left of the black woman. They started having a conversation The black woman opened her eyes & was like “oh no you aren’t talking across me, do you two want to sit next to each other?” The couple agreed & seat positions were switched.
I just found it hilarious how she said it. One part of me found the humor in it while the other half found the diva like attitude of it annoying. No offense but the subway isn’t a place meant to rest or sleep. If someone conversing will bother you then the subway isn’t the place for you! The rest of the ride went by without incident. However I can’t say it wasn’t an entertaining ride!You might enjoy reading these related entries:
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I did something for the first time during the last part of rush hour on November 9, 2005. What did I do? I rode a Bee Line bus for the first time! I don’t know why I was excited since I’ve never been a bus fanatic but I was. I guess it stems from the freshness of something new being accomplished.
I had just left my girlfriend & was walking back towards
I only had a couple of minutes so I went through my bag to find $1.75 in change. I managed to find enough change for the ride. The bus came & I boarded bus 850 & my first Bee Line ride was about to begin. When I payed my fare, I realized I could have just used a dollar bill along with 75 cents. I’ll keep that in mind for next time.
The ride was a very quick but enjoyable one. The bus pulled up to the corner of
He also mentioned if he let her off & she got injured & sued, he would lose his job. Wow not everyday you hear a bus driver even go into detail. Most times the driver will let the person off or just flat out say no & nothing else.
The light changed & he made the left onto
The Bee Line will eventually be photographed for this site as I made a promise to myself. Once I officially moved down here, the game as a whole would be on & no equipment or place would be off limits. The promise will be kept, period.You might enjoy reading these related entries:
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This story takes place during the afternoon of November 7, 2005. I was on a downtown 5 train (6379) on my way to Brooklyn Bridge/City Hall. The photo itch was upon me & I intended to satisfy it. I decided I would shoot at a few stations in
I had a corner seat & noticed 2 young females sit across from me. My first guess was these two friends were in their late teens. One of the females was very tall. I originally noticed her leaning against the door when I first boarded the train. She was the topic of conversation amongst 2 friends who originally occupied the seats the two teens & I would eventually occupy.
The tall female had a serious case of the munchies by her own admission. She was scarfing down small bags of chips, & such. I bet most females would hate her as it looked like she wouldn’t gain a pound. Let me not digress however. So when she sat down with her friend, the munchies continued. She had a bag full of junk food & was continuing to scarf down.
The last thing she had in her bag was a bottle of what looked like Hawaiian Punch. I figured she would put all her stuff away in the plastic bag when she was done. I was unfortunately way off base as after she finished each item, she threw the garbage under the seat.
The other friend only had a beverage & she finished it. She looked at her friend & looked like she wondered why all the trash was thrown under the seat including the bag. I couldn’t make out what her reason was but it seemed convincing enough. Why do you ask? Well because her friend took her bottle & threw it underneath the seat as well.
I just glanced at them & thought what pigs these two are. I wonder if they treat their home as they did car # 6379. I got up from my seat as my stop was approaching. I glanced at them one last time & fully understood what it meant “When Pigs Stay Status Quo”You might enjoy reading these related entries:
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November 5th was a very busy day of railfanning & shooting for yours truly. My main goal was to shoot along the 4 in the
Since I’ve been staying at my grandfather’s place, my main goal is to not miss the last Bx5 for the night. I hate wasting cash on a cab when it isn’t a necessity. On a side note, I can’t wait to move to my new place as I won’t have to worry about catching a last bus. I’ll be about a 5 minute walk from the train station. Anyway I have digressed enough.
Since the C.O.T. on the C was out of the question, I winged the rest of the trip. I ended up hopping on the A @
However this won’t be an issue in a few days as a new camera will be on the scene & this passion of mine will be on a totally different level from everything else. Once again let me not digress though.
I eventually made my way to
The downtown A arrives a few minutes after I crossover. I boarded car 4022 which was pretty empty. When the train arrived at 181 St, about 9-10 young Jewish adults got on. They all looked to be in their early to mid 20’s at most. They were quite a loud bunch except for one who really didn’t say anything.
I actually felt somewhat sorry for her. I got the feeling she was the extra wheel or the ultimate outsider. I could be wrong but my gut instinct is rarely wrong. I am so glad I had my music as these people were way too loud & were quite annoying.
The story title comes from what happened when the train arrived at
The problem happened was the conductor seemed to have a fast door trigger & closed the door on the last person who was getting out. His reflexes were slow as he didn’t get his hands out in time to at least attempt the doors from closing.
It seems only one of the group members noticed what happened at the instant it did. Some help she was though as instead of trying to scream at the conductor to open the door for her friend, she found it funny as told the rest what happened. I guess the moron thought the conductor would magically reopen the door.
The man was frustrated that he was stuck. All he could do is get off at
He also notified the guy this was the express & he would have to transfer back at
The guy tried playing it cool but you could tell he felt out of place. Maybe he didn’t know the system well or was new to the city. I actually was thinking about this whole situation for the entire ride down to
Secondly, I was wondering which stop they were originally going to get off at. Lastly I thought how it would make sense for him to call his friends & tell them to hop on the local to whatever stop they were going too & he would meet them there. This is assuming he knew the G.O. was in order. Somehow I doubt he did know about it though. I was going to tell him but when the doors opened at
In the end I assume he hopped on the A or D while his friends waited at 125th St for him so they could turn right back around & hop on a downtown local. Oh boy that just sounds like an annoying trip. Hopefully by some miracle my common sense way of dealing with this problem was used. Somehow I doubt it though & it sure sucked to be him that night.You might enjoy reading these related entries:
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Well once again I’m way behind in updating the blog. Actually if you really think about it, I’m way behind in working & finally finishing the entire site! I will have it open before Halloween, that is a guarantee! In case anyone cares, this story took place on September 26, 2005. Let me not digress however.
I decided to do some railfanning today. I really wanted some shots from the Woodside LIRR station. I accomplished that goal & decided to do some more railfanning as I waited for a phone call to find out if I could see my friend after work.
I just finished shooting at
I figured I’d catch the V & take it to
Since it was the R, I decide I’ll take it to
I was somewhat taken back by the fever pitch like scratching that was taking place in front of my eyes. She seriously had the look of a junkie happy to get a new fix of the “good stuff”. This woman is oblivious to the fact that I’m watching her in amazement.
I could tell she didn’t win anything by the way she folded up the tickets. I figured this would be the end of it as she would fold the tickets up & put them in her bag until she could toss them later. However I couldn’t be more wrong.
I watch her fold up the tickets so she could stuff them in between a crease between the bar & seat itself. When she couldn’t fit them in there, she just tossed it on the seat intending to leave it there. The temptation of saying “hey why not put your trash in your bag” was there. However I didn’t say anything.
Maybe she felt how annoyed I was at her for doing that or the magical feeling of common sense kicked in. Yes, she did the right thing by picking up the tickets & putting them in her bag for a later disposal. So now I’m thinking this is the end but I was wrong!
A few minutes later as music is filling my ears through my torn apart headphones, I glance over at her. I notice that she is pulling out 2 more “Cashword” scratch off tickets. I thought the fever pitch scratching show was over. This time the scratching was even more eye catching.
She scratched as if she felt doing it harder would lead to financial rewards. Unfortunately it wasn’t meant to be as she lost again. I’m happy that she did the right thing this time & put the tickets away in her bag immediately after the tragic ending.
The train is approaching