The New York City Subway

images.jpegI’m on the number 5 headed home when I hear, we’ll be moving shortly…there’s traffic up ahead.

Shortly turned into close to an hour forcing me to be patient, not an easy virtue when you’re underground, especially since the next stop was Grand Central, or terrorist central as it’s more commonly known. This is where you see the military with M-16s and canines called Sarge and Skipper.

What’s a thin girl to do when she has no say in the matter? Get out her trusty pad and ballpoint to observe her fellow passengers who weren’t taking the delay as well as she was.

A Latino woman with hoop earrings you could jump through said, “Ah jus’ hope noboda’ jumped in fronna’ the damned train ageen’.” An old black man shook his head in agreement while blowing his nose like a tuba. Yes, compassion, along with snot, ran high on the number 5.

A young girl in an orange bandanna took out a baguette with what smelled like ham deciding to have lunch, while three tourists consulted their maps as if there might be an alternate route they could take. Perhaps the car had a sunroof that opened so one could catch a bus, ya know, like at Epcot.

We’ll be moving shortly, said the Pinnochio of conductors since now even I was getting antsy. A panhandler deciding to make hay of the situation, tooled through the car requesting spare change. What he should have asked for was a belt, since his pants kept falling.

Finally we started to move only to stop again before proceeding like we were now riding a turtle. By the time it pulled into Grand Central we could have easily been in Chicago.

My paranoia inspiring me to get off that train, Unknown.jpeg and rather than waiting for another, made my way up onto the street, where despite the cold climes, hoofed it safely home.






About Susannah Bianchi

I'm just a girl who likes to write slightly on slant. I've had a career in fashion, dabbled in film and to be honest, I don't like talking about myself. Now my posts are another matter so I will let them speak for themselves. My eBooks, A New York Diary, Model Behavior: Friends For Life and Notes From A Working Cat can be found on Thanks.
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83 Responses to The New York City Subway

  1. robprice59 says:

    Nobody likes an unforeseen delay to their journey. I wonder if our reaction is out of all proportion to the actual inconvenience engendered? Lucky you’re a writer, who can put the time to artistic utility. 😉

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  2. skinnyuz2b says:

    In this frigid weather I hope you were dressed for hoofing. I’ve got to run now to sub for three days at Graphic Arts. I have an art background, so it’s fun!

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  3. aFrankAngle says:

    People watching. Glad to know it’s still alive. Not enough people do it.

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  4. Why do I think that only YOU would know the names of both police dogs in Grand Central?

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  5. Patricia says:

    I have never been on the subway but if I was and that happened I would be a mess of anxiety!🙀

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  6. Sorryless says:


    I tend to get all out of sorts in closed spaces. The idea of being a vessel inside a vessel inside another vessel . . it’s a tad much. I always feel like a human Matryoshka doll in those instances. I have to totally focus on something else.

    Kudos to your impersonations, your decision making and your hoofing it home.

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  7. I had to laugh that the panhandler should have asked for a belt. That hit my funny bone.

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  8. Dale says:

    Talk about using the situation to one’s advantage: You, as an opportunity to people-watch, a muse, if you will (while you forget you are stuck and try not to hyperventilate), for a future post; the panhandler to try his best at collecting some extra coin – this being quite smart, because, unlike the Squeegee guys (do you have them in NY?), the lights ain’t gonna change and the cars can’t drive off…

    I would have hoofed it too, if it was withing a decent proximity to my destination.

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  9. I agree, never a fan of subways, or tunnels. Glad you got home safely. It is always interesting to watch people on a train, isn’t it?

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  10. The number 5 sounded colorful if not impatient.

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  11. You know you’re a seasoned rider when your first reaction to a delay is “I hope someone didn’t jump.” I remember being stuck coming home when someone jumped and thought “Ugh, you couldn’t do this before work?” Not one of my better moments, but really, why inconvenience all of us?


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