For those of us that commute into Manhattan on Metro North, can it get any worse? Leave your comments below.
Where do we start?
- The cars smell like urine;
- The seats are so worn out they must keep an army of chiropractors and physical therapists in business;
- Each winter service not only smells like a toilet, it goes in the toilet… Cancelled trains, late trains, short trains, local service trains, over crowed trains, stand up for the entire ride trains; imagine anything-that-sucks trains
And let's talk about the station parking. This writer commutes via the Harrison station:
- After 7:03am, good luck finding parking;
- On a snowy day, wear boots to get through the parking lot and foot paths;
- On a snowy day, good luck finding your parking spot number–they painted the thing on the ground and it's under snow. And oh yeah, they have not repainted the numbers for a couple years, so even if it was 80 degrees out you need to caucus with a fellow sufferer (AKA commuter) to guess what the number really is;
- Stand in line for the three privatized parking fee meters for the hundreds of spots. The lines back up dangerously close to the platform; the machines take their sweet time (must be a Microsoft OS); spit out a small paper receipt (slowly); people do not take said receipt and because there is no trash basket nearby they blow all over the platform.
And now the pièce de résistance: this week a New Haven line train had one of its doors open randomly – while barreling towards Grand Central station. Living the dream, living the dream… Watch the video and tell us what you think of Metro North by leaving a comment below.