Transportation Worthy of a World Capital

It's rush hour and guess what? No trains, no buses. As usual, the platform is jammed enough to spill a couple of poor, unwitting souls onto the tracks -- more room on the train for everyone else -- as the rest of us suckers resort to pure faith that a train will actually arrive. But when it does, after an eternal wait, the carriage swells to bursting with those who have already jostled themselves headfirst into the mass -- in spite of those who insist on blocking the door -- and now protude precariously from the exits, looking helpless and fearful. but hey, they're on the train aren't they? Going somewhere, aren't they? Which is why the conductor decides to just let them all suffer this while the train waits and waits and waits, before the doors close. Such is the joy of the MTA in New York City -- world capital -- where the subways stop when it rains, or it's just too frickin' cold, or the drivers slept in, maybe, and just can't be bothered. Let's not talk about the asbestos falling off the station walls, or the wires protuding, or the dirt and garbage strewn everywhere. Never mind the rats, or the rude clerks, or the lack of signage so that it's a game to discover whether you're going up or downtown, let alone what train you're on. And then, after not getting to your destination, the trains usually stop running completely. My local station has decided that it needs to do track work in the middle of the day, so the train has skipped us between 10 and 3pm, for two weeks. That doesn't mean they post a notice to let you know, BEFORE you run down the stairs, into the pit, which is why a woman who had lugged a heavy suitcase and hand luggage recently was only just discovering at the turnstile, underground, that is, that there were no trains.
The message coming from the MTA is loud and clear. Screw you, miserable buggers of New York City!!! Screw you who don't have the means for a chauffered limo, or the excessive cab fares required to ride in the yellow, sub-standard pieces of junk also known as medallions. And don't even get me started on the buses. What buses? Buses? Did anyone see a frickin' bus lately? Hello?!!! Anyone? Because I'm frozen to the bone and I'm feeling pretty angry. Can you tell?