It's funny that another blog tackled the daily struggles of riding the L train
yesterday. I live at one of the often-skipped stops: 1st Avenue. Call me lazy for taking the train from there to Union Square, but it's still a real kick in the face to watch your train blow through your station at full speed with no warning.
And sure enough, yesterday afternoon, I come down to the L train platform at Union Square to find this scene:
Fuck this, I'm walking home. I probably beat the next L train that would actually stop at First Avenue. And I stopped at Trader Joe's for wine on the way home.