AN OPEN LETTER TO THE NEW YORK CITY SUBWAY SYSTEM
The New York City transit workers strike is over, and I'm excited about taking the subway again tomorrow morning.
But I feel like it's going to be weird. Should I say something? Or should I just act like nothing happened? Honestly, I'm a little hurt. I think my greatest fear is that I will tell a transit worker how I feel, and they won't even care.
So, if you will bear with me during these trying times, I would like to express my feelings to the New York City subway system - in writing:
I stood on that subway platform, but you never came for me. You deserted me, just like my birth mother. Why? What is it about me that makes people want to leave me behind?
I remember the first time we met, when I was a freshman at NYU. It was love at first sight. I looked forward to riding you each day. And I did just that, for twenty years. Then you decided that wasn't enough, and you left me. And now you expect me to act like nothing happened.
I gave you everything you asked for: tokens, Metrocards. First it was $1, then $1.50, then $2; cash at the beginning, and then my credit card. I never even complained, not even about the rats. But that wasn't good enough for you.
I will forgive you for what you did, but I won't forget. Maybe, in time, I will learn to trust you again. I apologize if this is difficult for you to read, but it's just as hard for me to write.
You know I'll be back, because I need you. And you need me. We're right for each other. We belong together. You are the wind beneath my wings.
I missed you, Subway. I love you .