It being a frigid-ass Monday and all (20 in the ‘burbs), I took the later train. The 8:43 was nearly empty. By
White Plains, it was only half full. I had my own two-seater, and no one in the two-er next to me. Nary a cell phone gabber. No train BFFs yapping about the weekend.
On the tail end of rush hour, we pretty much cruised through the usual train gridlock in the tunnel approaching Grand Central.
We got in in 42 minutes instead of 48. I wanted to hug everyone in my car. All nine of them.