I Lack the Ability to Perform Two Actions Simultaneously

July 7, 2011. A day that will live in infamy. It was on this day that I witnessed the most childish dickery by a conductor aboard a train. I’ve had conductors wave their hands in my face, snap their fingers at me and knock on the wall behind me to get my attention. But I have never seen one of these pink apes almost bite a rider’s goddamn head off.

I was sitting aboard the 6:53pm train, waiting to leave Penn Station, when I received a Rail Road e-mail alert on my phone saying that there were 30-40 minute delays on the Ronkonkoma branch, due to weather-related signal trouble (how rich). Was there an announcement over the PA about this? Of course not. Because, if you get a e-mail alert about a problem, they won’t tell you on the train (I once got an e-mail alert that the westbound train I was on was being cancelled at Jamaica and they didn’t bother telling anyone over the loudspeaker until we pulled into the station).

So anyway, part of the way through the ride, the asshole that is clearly counting down the days to retirement (and probably a disability package) comes around to collect tickets a second time. He’s getting pissy because he has to ask several times for people to show their tickets, as if he were expecting to announce it once, and everyone would happily display them as he walks by, giving him thumbs up and words of encouragement.

He gets near me, and a gentleman a few seats ahead of me asks in a very polite and friendly manner, “I heard there’s delays. How are we doing on time?” The conductor, very frazzled, replies curtly, “Not good. Not good.” The rider begins to ask the conductor if he can provide further details, and the conductor cuts him off saying, “I don’t know why people won’t show me their tickets. I’m asking for tickets, and I don’t know why it’s so hard…” The rider decided that being nice two times was enough, and starts to ask more firmly how late our train is going to be. The conductor snaps and says, “I don’t know! I have to check tickets! I can’t multitask!”

As the rider, who is a lot bigger and younger than the conductor, starts to talk back, the conductor walks away from him, probably realizing that he was about to get his face mashed into a jelly. Even though he was running away with his tail between his legs, he was still looking for tickets before passing into the next car. I was the last person he came to before the door, and when he looked down at me for my ticket (which was in my wallet, in my pocket), I replied without looking up from my laptop, “Sorry, I can’t multitask.”