Commuter Chaos on the Metro-North Akin to the Titanic (Or Not)

Because I live in the Northeast and therefore operate under the assumption that the world revolves around the tiny little bubble that is the tri-state area, I’d like to go ahead and assume you are aware of the train situation going on between Connecticut and New York City right now.

But if my assumption is wrong and you actually are unaware, then:

  1. Can we trade lives? I’d love to not have to be in a tumultuous, codependent, and borderline abusive relationship with care about the Metro-North Railroad for once in my adult life.
  2. All you really need to know is that there was like… an issue. Or something. I actually don’t really know what the situation is myself; all I know is that there are very few trains running.

Though I stayed home for two out of the first three days of “COMMUTER CHAOS,” I did go into the city last Thursday. And needless to say, it was a bit of an odyssey.

After learning via the news that the early rush hour trains were a disaster, I decided to adopt a wait-until-the-rush-is-over-and-just-take-a-later-train strategy. (My need for sleep, coffee, a quick workout, some “me time,” and a bagel also factored into this decision, but that’s neither here nor there.)


You can’t really tell here, but even the ticket machine was freaking out.

So. I got to the station at about nine in the morning, and y’all—it was bad. There were news crews and reporters lurking around every corner. People were angry and crazy and yelling at Metro-North employees with things like, “But I pay three hundred dollars a month to ride on this Godforsaken railroad!” and, “Please sir, can you just help me?”

It was all very Titanic.

Frankly, I was surprised when the Metro-North workers didn’t jump up on railings to scream “WOMEN AND CHILDREN FIRST, I SAY!” while a string quartet cried in the corner and Kate Winslet jumped a lifeboat because she was a total idiot in love. It’s a good thing this wasn’t actually the case, though, because if it was then I can’t say for sure that I wouldn’t have “pulled a Billy Zane” and grabbed the nearest orphan while jumping to the front of the line to the next Grand Central express train and demanding, “Let me in. I’M ALL SHE HAS!” — and I’m pretty sure that’d be really damaging to my karmic inventory.

Anyway. In the midst of all this drama, I heard through the grapevine (because the schedule screens were broken, because of course) that there was a train to the city leaving soon from Track 4, so I promptly made my way to the platform and stood as close to the edge as possible, because I’m that guy.

As I waited, I noticed an NBC reporter bouncing around and unsuccessfully trying to get various commuters to talk to him as they went all Christina-Aguilera-in-“Beautiful”-DON’T-LOOK-AT-ME on him and cowered into themselves. Then my eyes met with his and he declared to the crowd, “This guy looks like he wants to talk!” and I proceeded to totally prove him right.

I’m a little fuzzy on the exact exchange, but here’s how my memory of it goes:

  • Reporter: How angry are you with the MTA? Isn’t this ridiculous? The trains could be down for three weeks! Are you infuriated?
  • Nic: Um… I’m optimistic! Wait. Should I be looking at you? Or directly at the camera? Or, like, down? OR UP? AM I DOING THIS RIGHT?
  • Reporter: Just look here. [He points at a thing.] You’re optimistic, really? How is that possible? Aren’t you late to work? You must be very frustrated.
  • Nic: Well, yeah. I’m going to be late… I’ll be happy if I make it in by noon. But really I think we all just have to deal, you know? It could be worse.
  • Reporter: Thank you. [Unspoken: You and your lack of outrage bore me.]

When I finally got to work – two hours late, mind you – I marched in confidently, convinced of the fact that I was the only Connecticut commuter to brave the wild and actually attempt to come in that day. But then I went to the desk of the first commuting coworker I could think of, and he was just like, calmly typing away on his computer.

“Oh, it wasn’t so bad,” he said to me after I asked him what his deal was. “I left at six this morning and drove to White Plains, parked at an obscure lot, walked ten minutes to the station, and took the Harlem line to Grand Central. In fact, I got here early. How about you?”

I stuck twenty pins into my mental voodoo doll of him and responded, “IT WAS MADNESS. IT WAS BASICALLY THE TITANIC!” and then I went all, Where the hell were these high-strung emotions when the reporter was interviewing me? on myself, and then I had a coffee and quickly became optimistic again. Because I realized that the Titanic was actually a legitimate tragedy, and the Metro-North is just an a-hole.

I think that’s called perspective?

P.S. My interview ended up airing on the five o’clock news, but sadly, I missed it. I did talk to a few people who saw it, though, and they confirmed that I didn’t have a double chin, so I’m going to consider the whole endeavor a win.




  1. This post is one of your most epic posts EVER.

    I can hear the band playing atop the sinking titanic. I can feel the chaos. And the hyperbole of the whole thing is just #everything.

    You could literally write about how riveting the phone book is and it would entertain the SHIT out of me. (Wait, are phone books a thing still? Either way, you get it.)

    • Haha thank you for the major COMPLIMENT! Maybe we should collabo on an epic YA-meets-memoir-meets-phone-book project sometime soon?

  2. Lmbo! Great post! I’m glad you took the time to explain the situation cause, uh, public transport is almost non-existent where I’m at, so small words help me understand! Love that your outrage showed up, you know, hours after it needed to! 🙂

  3. I effing love you. Maybe I’ve had a lot of wine tonight, but you are the gay version of my neurosis and the way you put it into words: perfection. Stay tropical.

    • Lol omg this comment gave me everything. Thank YOU for being the straight female version of my neurosis and also for using the word “tropical” – love it!

  4. The reporter? For real? The ol’ bait the answer gambit is why I won’t watch television news. That and sports anchors who yell. And co-anchors who are talking to each other but keep glancing at the camera to assure the viewers that they are still No. 1 in their hearts. Oh, a bunch of reasons really.
    Thought for a second you were going to escape this post without a P.S. Whew!

    • Haha, yeah the TV news is quite the B.S. production! And you know? I’m glad you said that about the P.S… I’ve missed those!

  5. You know, I fell in love with mass transport during the year I lived abroad. And when I returned, I fell back in love with my car.
    We have public transportation here in Colorado, but you have to drive a long way to get to it.

    I’m glad you survived Titanic2013. Your Grab-An-Orphan plan is going into my Book Of Survival Tips which, honestly, has been mostly about zombies and crazy conservatives but I can think of many situations which could call for an orphan accessory.

  6. OMG, I love that you were so optimistic during your interview! And that you were concerned about where to look!! Hahaha!

    I live in London and frequently have commuter train woes. I hadn’t thought about using a young person to board a crowded train. Hmmmmm…

    London commuters use what I’ve dubbed the ‘crowd-surfing’ approach to boarding full trains. You just fling yourself on just before the doors close and don’t worry because then everyone will have to move down. There was actually an altercation yesterday during my morning commute. Some guy jumped on and a businessman had a go at him and said “You shouldn’t have jumped on like that, mate” and the jumper said “I can do what I want”. They went back and forth until the businessman totally gave up the high ground and said “Well, as long as you pay your taxes…”

  7. Because I am from up there, and have had to do a bit of train commuting in one of my other lives, I was actually aware of the snafu. I’m pretty sure most Texans were not, however. I think many equate public transportation with socialism. I can’t believe you were on the news and I missed it, though. My husband says I can’t watch the news anymore because I keep throwing things at the t.v. But I wouldn’t have thrown anything at you!

    • I’m SO intrigued by your other, pre-Texas lives! And thank you for saying that you wouldn’t have thrown anything at me! I would have thrown anything at you (or me) either.

      • I was born in NJ, lived there until I was 10. (Dad still lives there.) In college, I nannied 2 summers in Manhattan, Southampton, and Lyme. Also lived in Kentucky, North Carolina, and Louisiana. Not military – just a screwed up family.

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