Cluster fuck of a commute… I’ll make it brief. Half way between Spring and West 4th on the C train and some muppet decided to pull the chuffing emergency brake. We lurch forward (thankfully I’m holding onto the handrail firmly) and come to a sudden stop.

[90 minutes later, literally]

Police and MTA Supervisor presence now gone, we jerk forward and continue to West 4th Street, where I hopped onto the V to work. Nice… only took me 2 hours to get to work today.

Such wankers in New York, really.