I am sure you all know by now that NYC Subway is not perfect. Yes - it is smelly, dirty and unreliable, but our lives depend on it.

It ceases to surprise me that my local train is delayed on a weekend. Even worse, it no longer shocks me that a person got hit by a train, thus causing the delay. (What have I become?!)

Just when I was contemplating what a terrible person I have become (and cursing the MTA for putting me through yet another unfortunate day), I hopped on an Uber full of fellow MTA haters to moan about our misery.

As the last carpool rider, they asked if I am one of the 7 train victims the minute I squeezed myself into the small sedan, while unavoidably touching the thighs (or the part that’s incredibly close to the butt area) of my neighbor when I buckled up. I responded “Yes! OMG, what a pain and Uber is ripping us off of our misery with the surged price!”. A fellow passenger said “Yet another man threw himself off the track, they are now picking off pieces of his meat and it will take forever for MTA to remove those pieces. I can’t have my wife wait for another hour, damn it!”

I realized I have been too harsh on myself earlier - perhaps I am not such a terrible person after all. Phew.

New York City is a place where you get so desensitized to tragedies, miseries and crazies. A person can scream at the top of his/ her lungs in Midtown Manhattan and most people would just walk pass him/ her without turning their heads or making an uncomfortable face. It is just a normal day.

Back to my Uber ride… In that 15 minutes, I learned that one of the men is terrified of his wife; a girl was going to be late for her 3rd bridesmaid dress fitting and is engaged to a guy living in the Upper East Side (she loves the 4, 5, 6 but hates the N train); the last man was someone who doesn’t know how to cancel his Lyft car booking and wanted us to all cancel our rides with Uber to split his Lyft payment (seriously, what was he thinking, does he even know we need to pay the Uber driver?).

As we each got off at our designated places, we wished each other well and said our goodbyes as if we’ve been through something really traumatic as a group.

The day goes on.