I used to hate these kinds of people so much I would practically shove them as I squeezed myself in whatever space remained between them and a person or a pole. But, man, I'm getting older, you know? And some sorry bastard's going to get out at an express connection, so why bother starting my morning with dirty looks and bad feelings? I can read Rosemary's Baby while standing for a few stops.
The reason the R line has new subway cars is because the MTA closed the Montague Tube for post_Sandy repair, that which once connected Brooklyn R service with Manhattan and Queens; the line's old cars are serviced at a place in Queens that they can't get to anymore, Brooklyn Daily reports. So we're stuck with these facilitators of discourtesy for at least the next 14 months (that's if—a big if—the MTA finishes on schedule). Brooklyn Daily praises the cars for being "brighter, cleaner and more modern," but they feel antiseptically hospital-like to me, with their offensively bright lights illuminating a dull trainscape of dead colors.
The upside is that the trains are running smoother, because they no longer have "to deal with slowdowns related to problems in the Manhattan and Queens section of the line," Brooklyn Daily reports. The last three times I came home from trains other than the R, it was after 10pm, and as the D train pulled into 36th Street there was an R waiting. This is monumental—but you know what? Probably still not worth those dreadful new cars.
Follow Henry Stewart on Twitter @henrycstewart