Bad News for the B (Wednesday, 10-29-08)

Got down to 7th ave platform and could tell tehre was trouble. The usually placid station was 5 or 6 deep with sour faced straphangers. A few trains went by before anyone managed to squeeze in. After teh woman below moved off, I couldn't get into anyone else. On train it was sardine city and I couldn't get against the door, so I just put on angry punk rock and bore teh trip.