Let me recount my tale of going into New York today. I now really despise the place. As a descendant of Paulus Van der Voort, who settled in New Amsterdam in 1645, then bought a patch on the east side of the river called Brooklyn, I should have some family pride. But no longer. So why?
Well I had a meeting at Weill Cornell Hospital, and seeking an easy way in I took an Uber. Needless to say the city was tearing up York Avenue meaning it too 1 hour to exit at 61st street. Yep, 1 hour! I then decided to be loyal and take the NJ Transit back. So I got a cab to Penn Station, waited an hour an tried to board the train. Some 800 passengers had to board through only 2 open doors. The morons who run the train could not get the other doors open.
Then off we went, Off to Newark. It then got really bad. The train died at the Newark station. We st there for 30 min while intermittent squawking over the loudspeakers from the train conductor managed to insult everyone. It was incomprehensible and in that classic denigrating New Jersey accent, second to none in this galaxy for being both denigrating and incomprehensible.
Well we managed to get going to Brick Church. The train died again. Deader than a door nail. The NJ conductor just yelled, "Bwaah, Bwaah, Bwaah" and get of the train! That's it, west Newark, in a drug laden parking lot, 800 people had to climb down stains and seek out a plan B! Except one customer who just kept walking along the tracks to his station. After all, there would no train coming along for hours with the dead train in this key spot.
No directions, no alternatives, just malignant grins from the conductors! After all they were still getting paid so who cares. This is quintessential New Jersey, the pride of our new Marxist Governor. New Jersey is becoming a Cuba on the coast.
Thank God for Uber, I managed to get home. But no thanks to our helicopter Gov!
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