I was on the way to school today and already running late when they did that thing where the train sits at the station for ten minutes before the conductor says it’s going out of service because of mechanical problems so everyone please get off. Except maybe they didn’t say “please,” and it probably sounded more like “Brraaazzzhhhhh mechanica—brrawwzzzgh—out of service out of service out of service.” I stood on the platform wondering when the next 2 or 3 train was going to come by, but since the out-of-service one was still parked on the tracks, things weren’t looking good.

And there I was thinking it was going to be a good day because I’d gotten to admire at the gorgeous police horses at Grand Army Plaza.

I transferred to the N, possibly the slowest express train in the world, and we were chugging along in an unremarkable manner when I realized we were going above ground, and, well, sometimes a girl really does have a good day, because the N heads into the city over the Manhattan Bridge, so all of a sudden we were going over the water, steel girders on either side of us, and the Brooklyn and Williamsburg bridges beyond, and Manhattan coming up all building tops like a hundred years ago.