I got up a bit later today. I have a bit more freedom these days due to having purchased a new whip this past Sunday. Jumped in my new shiny go-kart (Hyundai Elantra) also nicknamed - Nan's Car. The new purchase makes things a little easier on my wife who was picking me up everyday from the station. So I am not on the regular 6:47am train out of Oceanside which is pretty tame for the most part. As I am walking up to the car I see my daughters friends father. Had a great ride in. We're talking it up and he's a great guy so my morning is going pretty well at this point.
I had to get off at Jamaica station because this train was going into Brooklyn. So I finally find my track and get on. Conductor comes around asking for tickets, show him mine, guy next to me shows his. Some guy walks through trying to pass the conductor who checked my ticket and he's literally "coney island" walking through the isle to get away. The conductor in a thick LI accent says "WHERE'S YOUR TICKET?" Here is where it just got insane.
Here's the exchange:
Guy: IT'S AT MY SEAT!
Conductor: GO GET IT!
Guy: IT'S AT MY SEAT!
Conductor: GO GET IT!
Guy: GET OUTTA MY FACE!
Conductor: GO GET YOUR TICKET!
Guy: IT'S AT MY SEAT! GET OUTTA MY FACE!
Conductor: IS THERE A POLICE OFFICER AVAILABLE?
Guy: WHY DON'T YOU GO GET MY TICKET?
Conductor: Why don't you just get your ticket for us?
Guy: YOU SAW ME SLEEPING MAN. WHY I GOTTA GIVE YOU THE TICKET AGAIN?
INTERCOM: Is there a police officer on board?
Guy: Man, this is f***ed up.
The guy then proceeds to get physical with the conductor(s) but I was too sunken into my seat out of sheer embarassement regarding the entire situation to know all the details that followed regarding the altercation. I also didn't know if this guy was sporting a piece of whatever. You never know. So I was ducking like a pu$$y but a pu$$y that wasn't going to get shot by some clown who didnt have a ticket. I know that it's like hitting a cop if you touch one of these MTA guys. I don't see the correlation but whatever. One guy punches tickets, the other guy saves lives and protects society. How are these guys the same? Whatever.
Had to stop at Woodside. The guy was escorted off the train by police. People are freaking out because they're late for work. I felt great. I was NOT at work so my nausea that I have every morning on the way to work was suspended for that 20 minute interlude.
The lesson learned here? No clue.
Good Day!
"You come at the king, you best not miss"
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