There’s a great episode of I Love Lucy where Lucy repeatedly pulls the Emergency Stop on the train because she thinks there’s a jewel thief on board. It’s this episode that has—up until today—made me think I’ve been trapped on a stopped train. At around 1 p.m. today I found myself on a real stopped train, and it was then that I realized it was Lucy who had lived this misery, not me. (I have a history of struggling to differentiate her life from mine: I was pretty sure I lived on E. 68th Street.)
Riding in a subway car that comes to an ear-splitting halt sucks.
