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Date posted:6-10-02

Rush Hour
by Alicia Crosby

 

Rush hour, isnt that everyoneÕs favoite time of day. I know when i wake up , my morning train ride is sometthing i look foward to. The crowds of people, the whiny little children annoying their mothers and somehow managing to do the same to everyone in their car, these are the things i hold dear to my heart. Ok, on a serious note, we know morning rush hour above all things is not something that we look foward to facing. In this great city of New York, there are millions of stories that can be told. Ive decided to share one of my own.

On this particular morning in question, my day was already off to a horrible start. I woke up terribly late, which resulted in my parents giving me one of their famous lectures (which I honestly feel comes from an endless supply that they have hidden somewhere). My failure to get up on time caused me have to RUSH to get ready. When I say rush i mean almost putting toothpaste in my hair and gel on my toothbrush. Long story short, I managed to get out of the house dressed bummily at best, with my hair in a messy ponytail and surprisingly with two matching shoes.

In my rush to get ready, I managed to forget to eat breakfast. So i did the typical thing for a New Yorker, I got something to go. As my luck would have it, the weather was horrid. Were talking rain and humidity here people. So I had the pleasure of running to the train station with a broken umbrella, an uneaten breakfast, and a load of books in a conviently placed bagwhich weighed a good ton or so. All I could think was, ÒThis must be my lucky day.Ó

Now in the train station, I go to pull out my metroard and i cant find it. I start to go frantic. Fortunately enough for me, i found it a good 3 minutes and a full head of grey hair later. So I swipe my card and see my train approaching. I then proceeded to make my way twords the back of the station. Those of you who have been in a New York City train station know that this is no easy feat. You have to be downright rude in order to get anywhere.

When i finally got on the trian, i began to eat my food. This was an extreemly uncomfortable situation seeing as to how EVERYONE was in my mouth. Then they had the nerve to try to appear unobvious. It was horrible. After i finished eating, i proceeded to take my little 15 or 20 minute nap before my stop on the train. Wouldnt luck have it that when i woke up, my fellow commuters were blatantly staring at me. To make matters worse I had a little line of drool running down my bright red shirt. It was so embarrasing and thinking about it in retrospect, kind of funny. Luckily for me I was at my stop.

Its crazy how something so eventful could hapen on a 40 minute train ride. I guess it comforting to see that in the city that never sleeps, people actually do. Just remember hat if you do decide to catch a few winks, keep your mouth closed. Spare yourself of the situation that i was put in.

 

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