I live exactly 7.2 miles from work. One would think that would render an easy commute. The B train to the F train. Easy. Only 13 stops and a two-minute walk on either end. When I ride my bike, it takes about 35 minutes. Today….notsomuch.
8:12 Walk to 86th Street Station. On my way I check the MTA app. It says the B train is rerouting on the F line due to signal issues in Brooklyn. Great! I don’t need to transfer trains.
8:14 All abroad the B Train. Ride two stops. Here, the conductor announces we are being held due to traffic. The homeless man next to me took exception but eventually fell back asleep.
8:35 We begin moving, arrive next at 34th Street. We wait here for no known reason. The F Train pulls up on the adjacent platform. But I stay put because, remember, my train has been rerouted over the same line. I get to keep my coveted seat.
Just as the F Train pulls away, my conductor makes a timely announcement: “Ladies and Gentleman, because of an incident ahead, this train will go out of service at 2nd Avenue (one stop before I need to get off). Why he didn’t announce that while the F Train was still in the station is beyond me. So all those Brooklyn-bound like me were suddenly stranded.
8:58 Arrive at 2nd Avenue. As I’m getting off the train to wait for the F Train, the conductor makes yet another announcement. “The situation ahead has been cleared up, so now we’re running on the normal B line.” I needed the F line anyway, so I got off and waited another several minutes for the F.
9:07 I finally get to work - an hour after leaving my apartment 7.2 miles away. That’s like nine minutes per mile – I could've slowly jogged here faster.
1. B line on its regular route
2. B line rerouted to the F line.
3. B line ending at 2nd Ave.
4. B line back on its regular route.
The B train changed lines four times on one ride. Causing major confusion, anxiety and upheaval. In other words, Friday.