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Changing Trains
By Akira Marx
Damn, damn, dammit! Of course the day I planned to get in early to put
the finishing touches on that presentation for the new account is the
morning I sleep through all three alarms I had set. I rushed around my
cramped apartment, a couple rooms carved out from the larger whole of a
pre-war brownstone, throwing on whatever clothes I've got that aren't
too wrinkled.
Fuck it, black jeans and this blue and white flannel will have to do. I
barely had time for a shower, more of a lather and rinse, just enough
to get the smell of last night's booze off of me than a real scrub.
It's not that big a deal if I'm not dressed to the nines. I laced up my
chucks to complete the hipster uniform and I was ready to go. At least
that was one advantage of this job, every day was casual Friday.
Still, I should be smarter than to have gone out last night with
Charles and Ezra. I don't know how they do it, both have to be up and
rolling by the time the markets open. OK, maybe I do know, and I
shouldn't judge. I mean who hasn't hit the ski slopes to keep the night
going once or twice?
Still, it would've been worth it if I could've at least gotten a couple
girls' numbers for my trouble. But no, all I've got to show for last
night's club crawl is a pounding headache and a little more than an
hour to get into the office and finish about ten slides for that deck.
Truly the world-shaking demands of a senior account manager, isn't it?
My backpack in one hand, I pulled the heavy oak door to my apartment
closed with the other and locked up. I clomped down the couple flights
of rickety wood stairs and flew out the front door. No time to try the
gate, I vaulted it in one smooth motion, a practiced bit of urban
gymnastics perfected from the past year of fighting the rusted pile of
scrap whenever it gets stuck, which is more often than not.
I was about to turn on the afterburners when I got spun around, almost
falling flat on my back in the middle of the sidewalk. My backpack
strap had caught on one of the ornamented wrought iron finials, yanking
me backwards. Pausing to extricate myself, I took a breath and
restarted my momentum.
I turned the corner onto Nostrand, ducking down the steps into the
subway, and pulled my phone out of my back pocket, stopping for a
second while I fumbled with it to turn on the RF app. I swiped it at
the black void of the NFC reader and hurried through, the neon lights
surrounding it turning red as the turnstile refused to budge, clubbing
me in the groin and nearly buckling my knees from the pain.
This fucking shit, every goddamn time. I peeled the matte black rubber
case off my phone and swiped again. This time I got a pleasant chime
and a happy green screen telling me to go on through.
Well, thank you little transit computer, so glad we had to get our
daily nutshot out of the way first. I can't wait to skip along to my
overstuffed sardine can of a locomotive and have it whisk me away to
the concrete jungle.
How does it do that? How does every interaction with the MTA manage to
make a shitty day even shittier? Whatever, I gotta remember to get a
new RF friendly phone case. In the meantime, I stuffed the limp,
rubbery old one in the back pocket of my jeans.
The platform was crowded, nothing special for an A train at this time,
or really any time of day, and at least the little sign board said the
next one would be here in four minutes. I used the wait to send off a
quick message to my department head, a little white lie to buy myself
some time to get to the office.
"Hey tyler, little delay on the subway, police activity or track work
or something"
The reply came back quickly, "No problem Nick. The 7 was running local
too so I'm just getting out of Queens now."
Then that subtle but still perceptible drop in the air pressure, along
with a distant screech wailing far in the shadowy depths of the subway
tunnel, let me know it was time to press forward, dangerously close to
the edge of the nobbly rubber strip, so that I could box out anyone who
had the gall to try to get on this train before me.
I squared my shoulders and walled off my spot just as the train glided
into the station, then sidled into the car once the couple people who
were getting off passed by. Of course there were no seats open, so I
just rode the flow as I felt people pressing in behind me, pushing me
into the little bit of open space in the middle of the car.
I caught a couple elbows in the back before the doors closed again. I
eased my backpack off my shoulders and wedged it between my legs on the
ground to try and make a little bit more space for people. Not wanting
to reach over anybody's head to grab the rail, I just put one hand up,
flat against the roof, and used that to steady me as the train pulled
out of the station.
A loud trap beat was blasting out of somebody's phone somewhere in the
crush, some song off a soundcloud mixtape or something that I had never
heard before. Man, I get if you got something loud in your headphones,
but I'll never understand playing DJ for the whole subway.
The train slowed and stopped abruptly. A tiny Asian woman, not able to
reach any of the overhead rails from where she was standing, lost her
balance, her shoulder jabbing me right under the sternum, as the doors
opened again. Keeping with the unwritten rules of the commute, neither
of us acknowledged that anything was amiss.
As a few people got off and several more got on, the sound of the music
drifted off into the distance. Now with a little quiet, or as quiet as
it gets on the subway, I had the ability to focus enough and remember
that I could probably knock out a couple of those slides I needed to do
if I could get my draft off the cloud.
I pulled the incomplete deck up on my phone and started tapping away,
using my free hand to adjust the position of a chart. The train
restarted with a jolt, onto its next destination, while I kept my head
down and continued working
"...Jay Street-Metrotech. Transfer is available to the C, F, and R
trains.." a mechanical voice floated through the car.
I was snapped out of my work, realizing just in time that this was
where I had to switch lines. I grabbed my bag, slinging the nylon strap
across my body, feeling the weight of the satchel banging against my
hip, and pushed my way off of the train.
Weaving my way through the throng, I moved with the wave of people who
had gotten off the A and were herded down the dank, dingy, tiled
hallway towards their transfer. Hopefully the trains synced up for once
and I could catch the R without having to wait.
I finally got a little bit of free space and was content with a brisk
walking pace when my progress was completely stymied, to my chagrin, by
four skinny, unbelievably beautiful women, walking four wide and taking
up the whole path.
Gah! Of all the times to get stuck behind a group of leggy blondes.
Don't get me wrong, I would usually be glad to take an extra minute to
get a good look, but not when I have to get to this train and they're
jamming everything up.
I bet they work over on Wall Street, either that or one of the agencies
up in Midtown. They were all dressed nearly identical. Crisp blouse,
tight skirt, and impossible, sky high heels, the only difference
between them being the handbag each carried as they clacked along
towards the R platform.
"A Manhattan bound R train is now arriving..."
Shit! I had to get that train. A sliver of open space gave me enough
room to spin and squeeze my way past the girl on the outermost flank,
not missing the nasty look she gave me as my shoulder brushed against
hers. Sorry, hon, but maybe if you wore a nice pair of flats like me
you wouldn't have to put up with angry pedestrians trying to pass you.
And then I almost ate those words when the leather soles of my loafers
gave me no traction on the shimmering wet concrete floor, slick with a
glaze of that omnipresent standing subway water. Somehow keeping my
balance, I slid around the corner and rushed down the stairs to the
platform, just in time for the train to pull away.
Come on! Man, this really just isn't my day. I leaned against a pillar,
the green paint oddly shiny, thick from years of reapplication without
ever being stripped, and waited for the next one.
I felt my phone clank against the metal column. Taking a second to
figure out why my butt felt like there was something all bunched up
back there, I remembered the phone case I had stuffed in my back
pocket. I was lucky that my phone hadn't fallen out when I was running
down the stairs earlier, and I could only imagine how that clump of
rubber ruined the line of my slim fit slacks.
I pulled out the case, the floppy pink silicone thing with tiny rabbit
ears on top just reminding me that I really should replace it with
something a little more mature now that I have a good job.
I brushed some dirt or debris or something off my pants. Speaking of
things to remember, Gotta throw one of those lint rollers in my bag if
I'm going to wear black. These tunnels are too dusty, my pants might as
well be houndstooth with all these flecks of white on them.
Hearing the unmistakable sound of heels on concrete coming down the
stairs behind me, I stuffed the embarrassing thing into my bag. I
turned to see a smirk on the perfectly made up face of the girl I had
pushed past earlier, probably enjoying seeing me stuck here with her
after I had made such a show of going ahead.
Whatever. Sure, you're hot, but we all know that you don't hold up the
flow of traffic around here. Doesn't matter how good you look, that's
the fastest way to piss off a lot of people in this city.
"There is a Manhattan bound local R train approaching the station.
Please stand away from the platform edge."
Lights shone down the track and the air rumbled as the next train
pulled into the station. I got on, thankful that while still mostly
full, it was less crowded than the A had been.
Still no seats, and only a couple high up spots I couldn't reach
available on the closest pole, so I settled for just leaning up against
the door. I shifted my messenger bag around in front of me, and got
back to trying to do what work I could on my phone.
The train pulled out with a kick, causing me to stumble. Ah, I should
be better than that, tripping on the train like a tourist. I'm not sure
why I felt so off balance all of a sudden.
"This is Court Street..."
More people got on at the next stop, pushing all of the passengers
closer together. I found myself face to face with the office girl from
before, and this time it was her turn to lose her balance when the
train pulled out of the station. She reached a hand over my shoulder,
pressing against the door behind me to steady herself.
I was pinned, trapped between her and the side of the car. Again, why
today? I need to try to get this work done and now I can't pull my
phone out without looking like some sort of perv trying to take creep
shots down her shirt or something.
Fuck it, who cares. I need to get this done and if she really cares she
would just see the stupid half assed deck I was working on. I
reconnected to my drive and tapped on the file, only for the screen to
give me those three little loading dots. They repeated for a second
before it kicked me back to the main folder.
Dammit, we must've gone under the river. I lost all my bars and of
course I didn't manage to get the file off the cloud in time. Oh well,
nothing you can do about that. I felt my ears pop, yup definitely going
under the river right now.
With nothing to do, I engaged in the favorite pastime of all
straphangers, I stared off into the middle distance not focusing on
anything. That was the plan, anyway, but I was still right up against
that alluring administrative vixen.
I wasn't lying before, her makeup really was perfect. Her lashes were
dark and full, making her icey blue eyes pop, she had used a thick line
to make up for what I could see from here were slightly thin lips, and
even at this distance I probably couldn't spot a pore even with a
magnifying glass. I wonder what her skin routine is?
The smell of her perfume, a floral scent with a hint of some sort of
spice, was appreciated. Much better than the usual smells of piss and
BO that I usually get on the train. Maybe I should ask her where she
got it?
"...Whitehall Street South Ferry. Transfer is..."
My phone buzzed, finally able to get a signal now that we were no
longer underwater.
"Nicky, do you have an ETA? I need that report before the meeting
today."
Shit, shit, shit. I was hoping that I would still have some more time.
"Sorry Tyler, didn't have service, I have everything on my desk and
should be there in about 15 minutes" I replied,
At least some people had gotten off here, and everyone was able to
spread out a little more again. No longer being held against the wall,
I straightened my necktie and shrugged my bag back up onto my shoulder.
I grabbed a newly opened spot on the pole next to me and tapped the
pointed toe of a navy court shoe against the floor.
Surveying the rest of the car, I saw that my new rival had joined back
up with her friends, and two of them had been fortunate enough to get
seats. Some girls have all the luck.
"...Rector Street..."
The train pulled up quickly to the next station. The double-edged sword
of a local, sure it's nice that ten stops come quick, but also, damn
making ten stops to go thirty blocks.
The group of girls got up, mincing their way off the train. Looks like
my guess was right and they were headed for Wall Street. And not to let
the chance go to waste, I hurried to take the now open seat. Sometimes
you have to make your own luck.
Off my feet for the first time in a little while, I ached in sympathy
for those girls. Sure, those were some dynamite shoes, and I knew I'd
be looking them up when I had some time today, but walking about three
or four avenues in those just isn't worth it.
Holding my bag in my lap, I closed my eyes for a second, trying to
enjoy the couple minutes of respite before I had to worry about work
again.
"This is Cortlandt Street..."
And that lasted about thirty seconds. Of course some guy comes and sits
down right next to me, man-spreading like his name is Augustus R. Train
the Third. Maybe we should start making them wear the tight skirts, see
how much they like it then.
Not really wanting to keep feeling his knee against mine, I crossed my
legs, angling away from him to get myself some more space. I really
should've worn tights today, I know it's too warm by the afternoon, but
these spring mornings are still pretty cold.
It also doesn't help when sus dudes like this guy keep trying to sneak
peeks of my bare legs. Sometimes I wonder if I stopped shaving if they
would still stare? Well, probably yeah, but for different reasons then.
"City Hall, this is City Hall." The garbled voice of the conductor over
the PA this time instead of the usual recording. It must've been
impossible for people to figure out where they were going back when
that's how all the announcements were made.
My phone buzzed again, and I almost didn't want to look at it. I was
running out of excuses and ways to buy time.
"Hey babe, had a great time last night, sorry you had to run out like
that
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