You know when you have one of those weeks where you don't even know what the date is? As evidenced by the post below, I'm having one of those weeks. Apparently, it is still January. Here is a more appropriate "From the Archives" post from four years ago today:
Saturday, January 24th, 2004
After work yesterday, I waited for the N or R train to come along and whisk me uptown toward home. To my surprise, a Q Express Train came in on the local track, and since the Q stops at 14th Street, I got on. The train ran us up to City Hall Station, at which point the conductor said, “This is City Hall, next stop Canal Street. Stand clear of the closing doors please.” The only problem with this statement was that the doors had never opened in the first place. Those people waiting inside the train started banging on the doors, but it was too late. The people on the platform waiting to board just stared, dumbstruck, as the train pulled away from the station. I was laughing quietly to myself in amazement. Who would have thought it—just when I thought there wasn’t anything new left to be seen, the doors don’t open on a subway train.
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