July 14th, 2010 by Conductor
So the morning commute began well enough. The first bus that showed up is the one I got on. Uneventful ride to the subway station. Then the wait began, and the heat kicked in. Closest approximation to the conditions on the platform would probably be walking into a bathroom (that didn’t have a vent fan) about 10 minutes after someone else took a nice hot shower. Not quite like a steam room, but not exactly the cool crisp air one would hope to inhale in a room lined with tile. The difference between that bathroom and the subway platform is that eventually the former would cool down, while the latter just stayed that way. I suppose it could have been worse, since it wasn’t raining. Not a lot of things as unpleasant as being damp then having to stand in a hot humid room with little to no ventilation.
So about 10 minutes pass during the wait for a 2 or 5 train. The 5 shows up, which is ok since it cuts a couple of minutes off the trip between Franklin and Atlantic avenues. I get off at Nevins to wait for a 2 or 3, and it’s more like stepping into that bathroom I mentioned, only 5 minutes earlier. Mercifully, a 3 train showed up a couple of minutes later, and the wait on the 1 train at 42nd street was very short and noticeably less humid.
Headed home around 8:45pm, caught the F train at 50th street. Not by coincidence, the 50th street station inspired the title of this entry. This is that bathroom again, only this time the person’s still taking a shower. If you’ve ever spilled soup or sauce or something else that consistency on yourself, but it wasn’t really hot anymore, that’s pretty close to it.
And then I had to wait for 3 or 4 B35 Limiteds to come and go before a regular B35 showed up. Uneventful, not crowded, but it started raining just before my stop. My mini umbrella works just well enough to keep me dry from the bus stop to the front door.