I’m really trying to love you as you are my only mode of public transportation in New York City. But you keep making my life a living hell.
I walked into the downtown A train and there was no AC in the first car. Typical as there is always one care specifically designated for weight loss. Straphangers who want to shed the pounds ala heat stroke are welcome! But this A train…this mother fucking air train…was an inferno, from car to car. In 103 degree weather, where the heat index is 111 degrees, there shouldn’t be a train running with no air conditioning. Period.
I work hard for my money, MTA bitches! Yet you keep jacking me at knife point! This is what I get for a $2.25 ride and a $104 monthly pass?
I am sweating every crevice. Dripping in places I didn’t even know existed. Loosing my Dominican ass because she wants to run away to places where the heat is dry, where she can wade in a pool of salt water.
So fuck you MTA! And New York City for its humidity and the lack of trees so there is no shade to run to! And the New York residents who feel the need to yell and argue and beat each other up on a hot ass train!
So yes, I am a hot, sweaty, angry bitch.
Sujeiry, 1st Lady of Love