The MTA puts out the fire. Slo-o-o-wly.
We know, we’ve read it, too: The “A” train is crippled. No “C” train for five years, longer than it took to build the entire IRT line. A poor soul setting a fire to warm himself by, and whoosh – our fair city looks even more like Stalingrad in 1943. But, ah, that’s where Fishbowlers can rely on the ever-intrepid MTA for service, infomation, and up-to-the-minute news:
Because here, inside a company where everyone’s internal clock is set to quitting time circa 1923, everything’s serene and calm.
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