New York Minute 90 - Except When It Rains

It was raining heavily when I left for work on Thursday morning. I couldn’t find my umbrella and I had lost my rain jacket a couple of weeks earlier, so I have to venture out unprotected and hope for the best. I dashed to the nearest subway station and made it down the stairs just as the train was arriving. To my delight, it wasn’t crowded. Many New Yorkers leave the city in the summer, so everything is thankfully less busy than at other times of the year.

I entered the subway car, but the doors didn’t close. We just stood there waiting. The conductor announced that we were being held at the station. For five minutes, we waited before a second announcement came. Dispatch was holding trains on this line while they tended to an injured passenger at a station two stops ahead. 

We were stationary for about fifteen minutes total. Finally, the doors closed and the train made its way down the tracks. Some people had left the train in the interim, but I stayed out. I knew that it would be all but impossible to find an open cab in the rain, and I didn’t have an umbrella. Staying underground seemed like the best bet.

Eventually, we arrive at the station where the injury had occurred. I saw two police officers and a paramedic sleaking wkth a man who looked as though he survived on food that he pulled out of garbage cans.

I made it to the office a few minutes late and worked for a couple of hours before I had to step out for an appointment. At the building where my appointment was scheduled, I took an elevator to the appropriate floor. Some guy brought his wet-footed dog onto the elevator. The dog put his wet paws on everyone in the car, but the owner made no attempt to keep this from happening.

I have always maintained that I love New York except when it rains. That opinion stands. The rain is a mess, and the way that people act in it drives me nuts.

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