Hopped out of the 6 train at Grand Central yesterday around 6:50. Water was dripping quite heavily from one of the massive air conditioners about the platform (subway platform air conditioners…it seemed too good to be true) and pooling on the floor.
A man bolts down the stairs en route to the soon departing uptown 6.
“No running!” yells a fat man in a moustache and the familiar powder blue outfit, stationed under the dripping air conditioner. “Yer gonna break open yer head!”
I was impressed that the MTA would tap a staffer to help riders avoid a slick spot on the platform, until I did a double take at the guy. The powder blue outfit wasn’t from the MTA, in fact, but the U.S. Postal Service.