I live in Hell’s Kitchen. He lives in Williamsburg. It’s hardly a long-distance relationship – except when the MTA shuts down L train service like it did last weekend.
And like it plans to do on a lot more weekends over the next couple months.
A few months ago, the L was voted the ‘love train’ in a newspaper survey – best place to hook up with a straphanging hottie.
But just in time for Valentine’s Day, the MTA has totally wrecked that rep -- at least in my book.
Instead, the lack of an L train puts love to the test – and I found out mine wasn’t quite strong enough (sorry!) to commit to a time-consuming tangle of underground transfers.
Faced with a solitary Saturday night of SNL, or the three-train transfer from the A to the JMZ to the whatever, PLUS a shuttle bus commute I’d have to endure to get to Brooklyn -- I’m sad to say I chose Tina Fey over my boyfriend.
And unless I figure out some way to part the East River and walk to Williamsburg -- thanks to the MTA, I'll be seeing a lot more ‘Weekend Update’ in 2006.
-- Lauren Johnston
