The letter G infiltrated my life two months ago. I live in apartment “G#–” on Green Street in Greenpoint and take the G train to go to graduate school. Goddamn gratuitous alliteration.
Riding the G train everyday, the most harrowing of all the G’s that entered my life of late, affords me opportunities I’m not sure other many other patrons of the MTA enjoy.
The “Save the G” coalition wrote, “The number of riders per year at G-only stations has increased from 8.6 million in 1995 to 12.6 million in 2006, according to the Metropolitan Transportation Authority” on their blog.
I watched one of those 12.6 million riders cut each and every one of his toenails while waiting for the train to leave Court Square on a weeknight evening.
I walked down the first flight of steps on the Queens bound entrance to the Greenpoint Avenue stop on the G train to notice some person had defecated on the landing between the other flight of stairs.
Those are two of my most memorable G train moments. What are some of yours?