Poor old New Yorkers. The trains don’t run and they act like it’s the end of the world:
“It makes you confused,” said Sera Hargrevas, an interior designer who figured she would walk 150 blocks before the day was done. “I can’t deal with anything else but walking right now. Everything is so crowded. People are so angry — they are hitting you and they don’t even apologize. . . . I’m a little tense.”
In my experience, New Yorkers regularly hit you and don’t apologize–don’t blame the transit strike.
“I spent the last two hours walking and the first 30 minutes trying to figure out how to get there,” Profumo said Tuesday afternoon as he reached the halfway point. “I had to ask somebody where Broadway was — and I grew up here.”
I should give this guy a break, because he’s only 16, but I won’t because that’s the kind of person I am. If you grew up in the damn city, figure out the local geography instead of putting it all in the hands of transit workers to get you where you’re going. What do you do when the lights go out? Curse the electric company workers or go get a flashlight for God’s sake?
Some judge is fining the transit workers a million dollars a day because it’s illegal for public employees to strike. That’ll help get things resolved. Did you think they didn’t know it was “illegal,” judge? You’ve got a transit strike because the transit workers obviously decided it was the only way to get some leverage and get treated better. If it’s illegal to strike when you can’t get a contract, what’s the point of having a union in the first place?
News flash, New Yorkers: your city is not the center of the universe, and each one of you is not the center of the universe, either, though in my experience most of you believe otherwise. Things are tough all over. Maybe you should call up the mayor and tell him to give the workers what they want instead of making them look like the bad guys — or would it be too much trouble to switch off your iPod or stop obsessively checking your BlackBerry?
Put on your hat and your gloves and start walking.
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