Subway

A New York City subway car is about the only mode of transportation I know that never has a carrying limit.

After packing up our things, Megan and I were up at the crack of dawn heading towards the Q46 bus stop. Walking down the streets of Queens isn't something I would recommend but the stop was just a few blocks from campus. The weather was nice, a cool breeze lit the air as cars wizzed by us along Union Turnpike. I wheeled my backpack along, the wheels scraping and catching on every nick in the concrete sidewalk. What a mistake it was to bring that thing to school. The handle was way too short saying that it was made for a 5th grader and it made the loudest sound ever as it rolled along (guessing I was an alarm clock for half of Queens as I rolled that thing by).

The bus ride to the Kew Gardens subway was fairly uneventful. We got a seat on the bus which is actually a rare commodity. The ride was the normal herky jerky experience as it always is, slamming on the breaks to avoid collisions and swerving to miss crazy New York City drivers.

When we arrived at the subway everyone descended the stairs and took their places along the platform. The E train arrived momentarily. Megan and I boarded. The train was fairly spacious which was to my surprise but about two stops later the subway car turned into a living breathing sardine can. I was pressed up against the doors, as a small asian lady was somehow crushed in behind me, acting as my own personal beanbag chair, but she didn't seem to mind.

The car was a cesspool. A murky, breathing, sweating cesspool. Somehow breathing someone else's air is just a strange feeling. If one person had a cold, we all had a cold. If one person had the flu, we all had the flu. Hell, if that fat guy in the middle of everything decided to bust ass, we might all be dead (okay maybe an exaggeration, but who knows).

To make a long story short, were on the bus, not public transportation but the actual bus. We're headed to Wilkes-Barre where the parents hopefully will be waiting. Really looking forward to being home. Looking forward to seeing my parents, looking forward to seeing my sisters (who are probably viewing this blog, if you are don't read too much into it :p), and I am looking forward to returning to the green of the countryside.

Til Next Time,

Bhoov