Then I left and walked to the 6. While I was walking I was thinking, "This is one of those nights that's just miserable and I don't love it here." So dang cold, wishing I had gloves on, rainy and windy, wishing I was in boots because my feet were freezing in their flats with no socks. I was trying to dodge puddles, all while squinting because my vision wasn't totally back to normal from the drops the doctor put in.
I only made it half way through Park Avenue (to an island in the middle of the street) before the line turned green and as I was standing there I got the old car drives by and splashes freezing water up on me. Awesome. I stood there thinking, "Is there anything more pathetic?"
I finally made it to the 6, only to see a bunch of people waiting on the platform. Usually this is a good sign because it means a train hasn't come for a while, and one should be coming soon. Usually.
I stood there while four uptown 6 trains came and left. (Not to mention, I had nothing to read because I'd finished my book at the doctors, and randomly didn't have a magazine with me.) After a downtown 6 came without stopping and then a fifth uptown train came and went I decided to brave the weather and schlep the 8 blocks down to Grand Central to catch the 4/5.
I went through the turnstile only to find out where I was trying to exit was closed. So now I had to pay to get back into the subway. I swiped my card, but it wouldn't work because it hadn't been 18 minutes since the last swipe (it had been like 15.)
As I dug for my wallet what pulled up? A downtown 6 train. I honestly considered just hopping over the turnstile.
The good news is I paid so dang quick for my single use ticket and made it on that stupid train.
New York, I love you, but I don't always like you.