Three hour trip from Astoria to Flushing
I walk out of the Bohemian Beer Garden in Astoria at 9pm and try to catch the same bus home that I took to get there. For some reason, it's a 10 minute walk, but you know what, that's fine, it might be that I just didn't know where to catch it. But after I walk for 10 minutes, I sit on a bench near the bus stop and find that service on the Q19 bus has already ended. At 9pm, in the city that never sleeps! So I get to walk back the way I came and get on a train, somehow a stop north of where I was in the first place. And the a 14 minute wait, which turns into 25 minutes, when the train just moseys in 10 minutes after the automated sign said it would. And here I thought they would offer decent service in Astoria, it's a nice neighborhood and all.
But okay, I guess not. So I get on the N to LIC and then a 7. It's now 11pm, there are no seats on the 7, and at every stop, some rude a*shole plows into the crowd because they're just so eager to enjoy a train ride like the one I'm enduring that they can't get the hell out of the way when people are trying to exit the train.
But I'm not looking to take a local train across Queens, so I jump off at Roosevelt Avenue for an express. But the E and F are both running local already, because of course they are.
But fine. I take an F local (which is a thing that shouldn't be) to Forest Hills and watch a Q74 bus roll past the first stop on its route so fast he looked like he was being chased. Then I wait 10 minutes for a Q64 which, at long last, brings me home.
In other words, the MTA can eat a big bag of d*cks.








