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This woman came aboard a local train and asked us what train it was, I shrugged at her cause I didn’t know the answer to her question. She kept asking people and most people just shrugged.
Let me explain why that is though. Most of us who live in Queens and are going to one of the local stops don’t really care which local train it is. If you are traveling farther into the city or Brooklyn, then it matters to you because the trains go in different directions after a point. However in my case for instance, I’m only going 3 stops so I don’t need to know nor do I care which train it is. Both the M and R go to the stop that I require, so I don’t need to know. Get it?
Anyway, this man decides that he wants to helpful, so he says “it’s the local train, the m or the r.” She rolled her eyes, sucked her teeth and gave us all a nasty look. How do y’all not even know what train you are on? Well, like I said earlier, it doesn’t matter to me, I’m off in 3 stops.
One of the other guys sarcastically said “You are welcome,” and then the woman stormed off the train. He looked at me and shook his head. I told him, “that’s why I just shrugged man, not worth trying to explain anything to nasty people like her.”
If I wanted to engage, I’d ask her the question, “Why would you jump on a train without knowing what it is and expect us to know?” Get the fuck out of here with that bullshit.