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A buddy of mine wrote a post back in October about how irritating it is when conductors try to live out fantasies of announcing at the races.
There's a dickwad conductor on the
6:21 eastbound to Ronkonkoma from Penn, who has a routine. That routine is saying, "Ronkonkoma train to Ronkonkoma. This is a peak train, all tickets all tickets all tickets aaaaallllll tickeeeeeeeettts." This is said with no pauses and in an intentionally annoying "radio voice". This guy sucks and can go gargle some Drano.
Today's post was originally going to be dedicated to him. Until I found someone worse.
On the
7:19am westbound from Ronkonkoma, there’s a little troll who thinks she’s
Howard Cosell reincarnated. Seriously. Imagine Howard Cosell’s voice, now raise it an octave or two and that’s this woman.
The 7:19 is an express train, in
that there are three sequential stops (Ronkonkoma, Central Islip, Brentwood)
then Penn Station. Every once in a while, a braindead person will get on at
Brentwood, and even though the conductors announce, “The next and only stop is
Penn Station,” they still stay on and expect to get off at Jamaica.
This has happened… maybe three
times that I’ve seen in the four and a half years I’ve been commuting. But
somewhere along the way, the LIRR decided they needed to beat it into the heads
of everyone that there are no stops between Brentwood and Penn. For a while,
there was a douche who would make it a fucking trivia game.
BING BONG “The next and final stop is Penn Station. What’s the
next stop? … That’s right, Penn Station. Say it with me now, Penn Station.”
And on, and on. No joke. And if
you’re chuckling right now or you think that’s cute or funny, go set yourself
on fire. It’s fucking irritating and childish. Some of the regulars I used to
sit near laughed at this every time he said it, like it was fresh and funny.
Keep in mind one of them thought Couples Retreat was the fucking comedy of the century, so it explains a lot. I don’t
sit near them anymore.
But recently, Howard Cosell Jr.
has gotten the mic and has taken it upon herself to take it even further. Now
keep in mind, it’s all about that fucking voice. Try to imagine it when you read
her dialogue, THAT SHE RECITES DAILY, and make sure you add LOTS of dramatic
pauses. I had capitalized words that she puts extra emphasis on for no fucking
good reason.
BING BONG “This is the 7:30 PEAK express train to PENN
Station… There are NO local STOPS on this train…. There are… NO Jamaica stops…
There are NO Hicksville stops… There are NO Mineloa stops. This is the PEAK
express train to… PENN Station. The next and final STOP… is PENN Station. Penn
Station… last stop. Have ALL tickets out and ready. ALL tickets.”
Holy. Fucking. Shit. Why. Does.
It. Take. You. So. Long. To. Say. Your. Fucking. Sentences. We. Are. Not.
Children. You. Dumb. Bitch.
I would like to point out that she
pluralizes the stations, as if there were two different fucking Mineolas that
the train could stop at. Idiot. Now there is absolutely NO ONE that finds this
the least bit amusing. Most people groan and mutter under he their breath when
she gets on the PA. Even her fellow conductors don’t seem to like it. One time
she was in the middle of here stupid speech, when her finger must have come off
the button and she disconnected herself from the PA. Before she could get back on, a different voice said in a
non-insulting tone, “Next and last stop is Penn Station, watch the closing doors.”
The one time I met this little
beast was when she came around collecting tickets on a day that I was in no
mood to hear that voice. This was before her daily radio play, but that voice
saying two words is enough to make you want to submit yourself to permanent
hearing damage. First, my train was cancelled, then it was combined with the
train after it (a local train), and then it was delayed on top of that with
extra stops added for good measure. She came and asked for my ticket. I told
her she could wait, and I went back to reading the news on my phone. She said,
“Oh, I can wait?” Without looking up I replied with murder in my voice, “You
heard me right. You make me wait all morning? Now I make you wait. I’m gonna be
about forty-five minutes late to work, so you can come back in forty-five
minutes. That’s fair.”
She shuffled off to her little
booth, but I caved and had my ticket out the next time she came by (she brought
another conductor with her and I didn’t want to get kicked off the train, I was
late enough).
I haven’t come face to face with
her since that day. But I can’t wait until I do. I’m going to give her a review
of her performance as an emcee. My aim is to make her cry.
