Commuter Comments of the Metro North

The community of riders of the Metro North Railroad: almost a subculture, but not as cool. A lifestyle without personal imput. A public space without permanent location. Two hours a day spent in the rickety, expired, broken cars of the most expensive commuter rail in the country, carrying people from the richest zip codes in the US to New York City. It's pergatory. It's a silent sitcom. It is... the New Haven Line.

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Saturday, July 24, 2004

My Letter to the MTA re: New Rochelle

Part of what we pay for is a guarantee: a guarantee that the MTA will do its best to get us to our destination in a safe and timely matter. This was jeopardized on July 21st.
I was one of the unlucky daily commuters that received a ruined morning in exchange for a ride to work. I just graduated college, and am working in the city at my first post-graduate job. I am struggling financially.

Despite draining out $250 a month to loyally ride from Glenbrook to Grand Central twice a day, I have often been victim to inconsistent schedules, leaking/hot/dark cars, and odorous air, but the New Rochelle incident topped everything.

I understand that accidents happen. However, I believe the MTA should offer some kind of compensation to its daily riders. That day, I ended up missing a huge meeting, and ended up spending $30 to take a cab into the city, plus loosing $27 for two hours of missed work.

I suggest and request that you consider offering discounted or comp tickets to the loyal customers. Many of us have record of buying the ridiculously expensive monthly passes religiously, and I know we would all appreciate it as a token of your acknowledging the terrible inconvenience, financially and professionally, that the New Rochelle incident induced.

Friday, July 23, 2004

The Old Man is Snoring

What's more annoying than sloths that mosey down Fifth Avenue rather than walking at a regular pace? I'll tell ya: when they're swinging around thick spears with a protruding web of metal arms, shielded by taut vinyl octagons. Rain often sucks.