I don’t know if it’s the fact that the G train is running even less frequently than usual this weekend or shared compassion between the riders of the crosstown local, but the only train on the New York subway that doesn’t enter Manhattan seems to have inspired a slew of missed connections on craigslist.
Love is in the air on the shuttle buses, “I saw you on the g train shuttle bus on sunday the 13th, you sat in the front. You were wearing a white jacket, a pair of cool high boots and you had the face of an angel. Every now and then I would take a glimpse at you but would look away quickly in fear of making you feel uncomfortable. I had a mohawk, if you can tell me the color of my jacket or any other distinct feature, I’ll know its you.”
On the trains, “i was reading Nick Cave and you were listening to your ipod. when we got off the train at Greenpoint Ave, before exiting to the street we looked back for one another. i was entirely in black and you were in a brown leather members only jacket. i always want to say hello, i’m simply just too shy. so, hi.”
And, on the platform, “i liked your music, so i sat down and watched you from the side.
and gave you my week’s food money.
At least the G proves good for something.