my friends story about TRANSIT STRIKE 2005

THIS IS MY FRIEND AMY'S STORY ABOUT HOW SHE GOT TO WORK YESTERDAY MORNING THE FIRST DAY OF THE STRIKE. AMY LIVES IN ASTORIA, QUEENS AND COMMUTES TO WORK BY SUBWAY INTO MID-TOWN MANHATTAN...

so i have to share my ridicul-dog tale of getting into the city this morning during the strike

i walk out to 31st st. in astoria, intending to walk over the bridge and this lady in a shitty looking nissan held together by duct tape yells out - hey do you want a free ride into manhattan so i'm like sure and jump in. she was an african american woman, the guy in the front seat was this older indian man and i was in the back with this south-american-y looking man. all that was missing was a samurai in a kimono and we would have had a benennton ad.

the driver - the lady - was really stressed out and her dad kept calling her on her cell phone and she was like - dad! i can't talk right now. (i
gathered from the convo that she had just broke up w/ someone or something) and then this giant white VAN tried to merge into our lane. and she was
like - fuck that shit. and she just IGNORED HIM., and let him plow into her car. total fender bender. and then the van driver got out and started
shouting at her and she rolled down her window and acted all innocent and was like - "didn't you see me?" and he was screaming at her and then she changed her tune and was like "i don't have time for your crap" and sped off. and i turned around and saw him standing in the middle of lane, shaking his fists above his head. then she was like "whatever, my uncle is a body mechanic and he'll fix my car for free" i wanted to be like "um, is your other uncle a plastic surgeon for when we all get disfigured in another car accident!!!!"

she was very nice though. i waved when she dropped me off on 5th and 50th and watched her drive away with her side headlight dangling by a few
sparking wires.