Created from popular demand, this blog is all about the misadventures of a commuting everywoman, me. Here you will be able to immerse yourself in the gritty and unpleasant underworld of one of the largest commuter train systems in the country, the Long Island Rail Road. As a self-appointed "commutologist" with almost 10 years of informal field experience in the train sciences, I will faithfully identify and chronicle my interactions with the creatures that inhabit this world.
Thursday, January 21, 2010
Sweaters
Yes we have sweaters today. And not the wooly garments we all don in cold weather. The Statue of Liberty's inscription says something about "huddled masses yearning to breathe free". Well if there was a monument for the LIRR it would have something about "sweating masses yearning to breed germs" carved into it, I'm sure. Of course, if the LIRR was building a commemorative monument to itself, we all know it would be delayed due to track space and perhaps even move slowly through Jamaica due to switch problems and slip-slide conditions. (sorry, couldn't resist) Anyway, back to sweaters. For those of you lucky enough drive to work, when passengers wait for trains down on the platform it can get quite steamy. After everyone is seated and well-defrosted, the sweaters start sweating. And they don't stop once on board where it is temperature-controlled. Not quite sure what proper etiquette is, do we offer these poor, dripping wretches a ShamWow or just pretend we don't notice and hope to stay dry?
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