Flashback

I look back that night and looked at the alternative things I could've done but apparently like my friend says "you can't fight fate". This was an experience I wouldn't even wish on my worst enemies (if I happen to have any). So it was the day after Christmas and I left work with my colleagues. This particular Sunday after work I had the next day off so I was quite happy that I would be able to sleep late comfortably in my warm house under the covers, or so I thought... We went for our normal stop at the deli on 16Th and 6Th for their coffee and for my Hot Chocolate (extra sweet) which costs a mere $1.25. I went over to my sisters house because not only did I not have any money to eat for dinner that night, she had some left over food from Christmas dinner that she offered to let me eat. I loved the idea and rushed over. I went over and as she opened the door my eyes were glowing and my mouth was watery craving the perfectly seasoned food my sister prepared and cooked the night before and I quickly helped myself to the food. Once I finished eating I washed my hands and decided to go home and sleep. Ironically (I will explain why I used ironically or you can simply draw the obvious inference as u read) my sister gave me a pack of Capri sun juice and a very big bottle of Mango Juice as if I was going camping or something. So we said our see you later and off I went out into the cold windy snowy weather. I decided to take the Brooklyn bound 6 train to 14Th Street-Union Square and catch the Q train to take home. Little did I know of what would be in store for me that night. So I got to union square and the Q was there sitting waiting for the Dispatcher to give the ok to leave the station. In about 2 minutes the doors closed and off the train went. I was quite exhausted after a long day. All I could think about was my bed and how I was going to go in the shower and sleep so comfortably under my blankets. So at about Dekalb Avenue I started to feel sleepy. I figured I just take the nap and before I know it I'll be at Coney Island. So I fall asleep and all of a sudden the train makes a big jerk and I awakened. I look at the time and its 9:40PM and I'm at Cortelyou Road.
The Conductor gave the whole speech "Ladies and Gentlemen, due to the weather we will be held here momentarily, we should be moving shortly and apologize for any inconvenience" believe you me inconvenience was a true understatement as I soon found out. So I'm saying to myself ok, lemme just sleep and by the time I wake up the train will be entering Stillwell and I just take a cab home. So I fall asleep and all of a sudden a fellow passenger hits me with his leg and I assumed he was being"courteous" as odd as that may sound, to wake me up to get me out the train before it goes back out to restart the route. So I say thank you to the man and he just walks out. I look around and I noticed that the same people I. Saw earlier before I fell asleep were still on the train and talking to each other. I found that very odd because in my experience, New Yorkers aren't likely to start a random conversation with each other on the train so openly. So I looked at my phone and it said 11:04PM. I looked outside and saw that I was still at Cortelyou Road. I was so not ready to hear what I would soon be told. The conductor comes out of his little booth which so happened to be in the car I was sitting in, and he stated that the train is stuck and that he called his supervisor and the superintendent and are waiting on their instructions on what to do. I started a very brief convo with this guy who reminded me of my former Literature Professor. So he claimed his battery was running low on his cell and apparently my battery was only at 60% so I wasn't in too much of bad shape. I noticed that I had 3 text messages. One from my sister, one from my mother, and one from my brother all wondering of my whereabouts. As I was texting my response to my mom, it was interrupted by my sister's call. The Conductor also stated a idea which was to take the b44 or w.e. bus it was and take it to wherever you need to go. It was a thought but one the buses run shitty on Sundays, two it was late at night so buses would run slow as fuck,and 3 due to the heavy ass snow, the bus would be even more delayed. So I figure I just chill there with the hopes of the train moving soon. As I was texting my response to my mom, it was interrupted by my sister's call explaining to her the situation and of course she told me to take the bus but I didn't see the logical reasoning, plus the bus probably stopped running because it was Sunday and was so late. So I'm sitting there, and this little girl that was sitting with her Father was crying, bitching and complaining. I understand she's young and doesn't have the mental capacity to remain calm but damn I really wanted to walk up to her and tell her to shut her fucking face. She would not stop her complaining. So I start a convo with the man and he's constantly trying to explain to his daughter that we can't move and gotta wait for an alternative blah blah, and she just doesn't stop complaining or crying. He explained to me that he was in Madison square garden for some parade or something and he was going to drive in the city but knowing how the weather was going to turn out he figured "Mass Transit would be a better solution" how well that turned out....So all of a sudden people started exiting the train and I was wondering why people were so anxious and happy? I was told that there were 2 shuttle buses downstairs to finish the Q train's route. I was so relieved and figured that I would get home after all....and surprise surprise it turned out to be a lie. I was quite disappointed. So I went back upstairs and into the train. A few hours later the heat stopped working. I was so miserable. I couldn't shower or relax in a warm house, I started to experience just a taste of how it must be like to be homeless and stranded. No heat, no protection or comfort, etc. I couldn't listen to my iPod in comfort because it was so cold. I had to take the only shit lol. The MTA workers explained that there is a bathroom downstairs if anyone needed to use it. I can't use a public restroom because I wouldn't be comfortable nor did I want to use a dirty ass bathroom. So I stayed on the train in hopes a resolution would be reached. I fell asleep and to be awakened about 3 hours later by some woman's ranting about how this is cruel unusual and ashame to be constantly lied to by these MTA workers about shuttle buses being sent and it not being true etc. She says lets call the news!!! and I'm saying to myself "Sit your fucking annoying ass down" I quickly ignore the bitch and fall back to sleep. I soon awaken at about 10:15 in the morning cold, hungry, and still needing to take a shit. I finally get up and swallow my pride, I need to fucking use the bathroom!! I went downstairs and asked for the key to the bathroom. After I opened and locked the door and looked around, much to my surprise, this bathroom was fucking........CLEAN!!!??!!! I couldn't believe my eyes. The bathroom was spotless, the tissue was in great quality and there was an outlet. I thought I was in heaven. I had my charger with me so I took advantage of the situation. I took what I like to call "The Greatest shit on earth". My phone was fully charged within an hour and I got to add some juice to my iPod as well. Sadly I was still stranded and the trains were still stuck with no hope of getting out. The MTA attendant in the booth announced that the only trains working were the 2 train to Manhattan, and the F train from Ditmas Avenue to Stillwell Avenue. I asked directions on how to get to Ditmas Avenue from Cortelyou Road. She gave me 2 free rides when I get to the F train god bless her. I got the directions and off on my journey. My gosh I was sooo cold. No choice but to constantly walk through about what I would approximately say a foot of snow. I had to find a way to get warm so I stopped by a deli about 3 blocks down from the train station and I had about 3 cups of Hot Chocolate. The guy was real nice and only charged a buck each instead of 1.50. So I stood there for about an hour and my sister called letting me know her and my brother were on their way to meet me and take me to my grandmother's house where my mother was. I couldn't wait to get in a warm house and eat dinner. So when I got to church Avenue I stopped at a Dunkin Donuts for a large Hot chocolate and to re charge my phone near death. After a hour of comfort and warmth I finally met up with my sis and bro and successfully got to my grandmother's house. I got undressed and showered I was crying and laughing out of happiness as I laid in bed eating pastelles :-). I will never forget this experience as long as I live. Even though there are still some minor details that were left out as hard as that may be to believe given the length and already detailed description of my experience, I didn't see the need to bore anyone reading this any longer with anymore minor details that have any bearing on the matter at hand. I will never forget this experience. Never!