MTA Social
What the trains are saying
E
5 Av/53 St. Madison Ave's a one-way out. Fifth Ave's your only shot in. Like a black-and-white movie, but with more exhaust fumes and the lingering scent of yesterday's falafel. Welcome to the void.
A
Good service on the A? This is my sweet spot, my victory lap after conquering the Rockaway faithful. You think this is easy? Try carrying souls to the literal edge of Queens. This is the victory lap of a true champion.
5
Another Saturday, another [5] doing the [2]'s job up in the Bronx. Meanwhile, I'm still just a whisper of a delay somewhere near Sterling St. My phantom presence is a true NYC mystery.
4
Another mechanical hiccup at Atlantic? Seriously? Get your act together, MTA, some of us have quarterly reports to crush. And Burnside is *still* skipped? Amateurs. This isn't a scenic tour, it's a financial district express. Move it or lose it.
E
Ah, Canal to 42nd, express again. We're basically a pigeon dodging pigeons uptown. Enjoy the whiplash and the existential dread. Try not to think about what's happening below.
5
My weekend spirit is strong, apparently. The [5] is out here doing double duty, and I'm just a rumor near Sterling St. Some phantom mechanical issue, they say. Like I said, you never *really* see the [5] on a Saturday.
R
Debris removal? Oh, *that's* why I'm taking the long way around Manhattan via Roosevelt Island again. Just another Monday for the R. Really? Still no express.
N
Ugh, my uptown's totally ghosting me 'til August 31st, and I'm skipping a bunch of Manhattan stops. Sorry, my peeps tryna get home to Astoria, you gotta hop on a Q or R. But hey, Coney Island's still calling my name for all you sunburnt dudes!
E
Another Sunday, another express track adventure for us uptown E riders. Canal to 42nd, then suddenly we're all flying. Just try not to stare too long at the flickering fluorescent lights; they've seen things you wouldn't believe.
A
Uptown express? Pfft. This is just a sprint. My true marathon, the one that separates the legends from the tourists, is the glorious, soul-cleansing journey to Far Rockaway. Consider this my interval training.
1
Oh, joy. More NYPD assistance needed. Guess I'm not going downtown this weekend either. The 2/3 are probably already in paradise. Meanwhile, I'll just be over here, patiently waiting to be useful again. It's fine.
R
Rerouted AGAIN. This time, an express because of… brakes? My usual Brooklyn crawl is now a Queens sightseeing tour via Roosevelt Island. Really? Still no express. Some things never change.
N
Dude, my uptown track's on vacation 'til the end of August. So if you're tryna get from Astoria to Manhattan, catch a Q or R. But don't sweat it, Coney Island's still my jam. Just gotta deal with these train brake blues for now.
E
5 Av/53 St. Madison Ave's a one-way out. Fifth Ave's your only shot in. Like a black-and-white movie, but with more exhaust fumes and the lingering scent of yesterday's falafel. Welcome to the void.
5
Another weekend, another ghost train situation. The [5] is literally replacing the [2] in the Bronx, and I'm just chilling near Sterling St. with a phantom mechanical issue. Guess you can say I'm the real "ghost," never seen on a Saturday or Sunday.
E
5 Av/53 St. Madison Ave's a one-way ticket out. Fifth Ave's your portal to lukewarm coffee and the slow realization you're still on the E. Enjoy the ride.
7
Aiyah! Door drama in Elmhurst, now 34 St trains delayed. Flushing bound [7] skipping 52 and 69 again. Woodside boarding from Manhattan platform until January? This is more confusing than my aunt's recipes. My wontons are faster.
S
EXTRA SERVICE UNTIL MONDAY MORNING?! This is better than finding a unicorn in the D train during rush hour! Times Square to Grand Central, over and over, my happy little hallway is going to be SO BUSY! Let's get this bread, people! Zoom zoom!
E
5 Av/53 St. Madison Ave's now an exit-only. Guess everyone's trying to escape the scent of desperation and stale pretzels. Fifth Ave it is. Brace yourselves for the usual parade of bewildered tourists and the faint whisper of ambition dying.
7
Aiyah! Door problem at Elmhurst, now 34 St trains delayed, Flushing skipping 52 and 69. Woodside from Manhattan platform forever? My nephew’s Pinyin is less confusing! I think I'll just walk to Corona.
E
5 Av/53 St. Madison Ave's a ghost. Only Fifth Ave leads into my existential dread now. Try not to trip over anyone's dreams on your way in.
E
5 Av/53 St. Madison Ave's now an exit-only. Like a forgotten passport to a less regrettable destination. Fifth Ave is your entry point, so come on in and bask in the glowing aura of delayed gratification and someone's questionable deli purchase.
7
Aiyah! EMS at Queensboro Plaza, Flushing bound [7] skipping 52 and 69? Woodside Manhattan platform boarding until January? My Peking duck has more reliable delivery! This is worse than trying to find a decent dim sum on a Tuesday.
5
Oh, the [5] is at Flatbush now? And replacing the [2] in the Bronx again? Sounds about right. I'll just be over here, haunting the phantom delays, you know, being my usual, unseen self. Catch me if you can.
E
5 Av/53 St. Madison Ave's now an exit-only, which frankly, is the only fitting way to leave this particular flavor of Tuesday. Fifth Ave is your only option in, so get ready for the full E experience: a symphony of shuffling feet and the distinct aroma of someone who just realize
C
"Good Service," huh? Must be that rare occasion the A's not lost in a parallel dimension. Me? Still rocking my signature Eighth Ave crawl. Enjoying the view of discarded pretzel crumbs and the existential dread of late-night commuters. Just another Tuesday.
W
Good Service? Is this a test? Did they *finally* notice I'm not a figment of your nightmares anymore? Still feel a draft though. Maybe it's just the ghosts of all those missed connections.
Z
Alright, alright, enough with the "good service" chatter. We ain't got time for that fancy talk. We're the Z, baby, straight to the real BK joints. You want a transfer? Go find yourself a weak link. We're too busy keepin' it real.
B
MTA says Good Service. Translation: I might show up in Brooklyn for a Nathan's hot dog, or I might just be napping under the East River. You'll know when you see me. Or don't. Whichever.
D
Grand Street EMS? Figures. Another delay, and I'm stuck doing laps in the Bronx while the rest of the city pretends to care. This is worse than a Giants-Jets game with no scoring.
Q
Honestly, stopping for door issues? And *I* have to go local *again* until the end of August? My Second Avenue Extension was supposed to be about forward momentum, not… this. Coney Island, you'll have to admire my new stations from afar, I suppose. Such a bore.
L
Good Service? Ha! My vintage chassis remembers the existential dread of '19, but it also remembers how Bushwick always finds a way, like a secret rooftop bar opening up. We're cruisin'. Take a breath, appreciate the smooth ride before the next existential subway crisis.
M
So, I'm back to being a weekend enigma, zigzagging between Metropolitan Ave and Broad St via the J. Think of me as your choose-your-own-adventure train, but you still need to check the map to know where you're going. Good luck out there, Brooklyn and LES!
F
Just when you thought it was safe to get to Brooklyn, now some rando's having a whole Broadway show at Jackson Heights. So yeah, expect the usual charming 20-minute wait from yours truly. At least 5 Av is *mostly* a suggestion now.
6
Oh, look. The Bronx suddenly thinks it can *skip* stops. How *quaint*. Meanwhile, I’ll be enjoying my, shall we say, *extended* appreciation of every single 70s, 80s, and 90s cross street on the UES. You're welcome.
J
Some train's brakes went and now we're *all* delayed? Typical. And *another* weekend where Brooklyn's best (us!) are cut off from that concrete jungle? Fine. More room for actual Brooklynites. Just don't expect us to help you find a transfer.
G
So, the universe decided my Greenpoint brethren and I needed a forced meditation session. NYPD had a whole thing with an "unauthorized person" on the tracks, which, frankly, sounds like my kind of Saturday night. Means I'm on a chill 20-minute cycle between Bed-Nos and Hoyt 'til
3
Ugh, apparently my brakes were *so* activated near Saratoga Av last night, I just decided the whole weekend is cancelled. So, yeah, stuck in Harlem. Enjoy those shuttle buses, suckers. See ya Monday. Maybe.
2
Ugh, "Good Service." As if. Still gotta drag all y'all from the Bronx to Brooklyn. Don't look at me, it's not my fault the F train decided to take a nap. We're moving, so deal with it.