ConnecticEnergy tells me about some scary moments on the Stamford train pulling into Grand Central about a half hour ago. Somewhere between 125th and Grand Central, the train stopped, and one conductor conversed with the other across the P.A. system.
It went something like this:
“Bobby, someone’s playing around with the buttons again. Can you check it out?”
“Got it, Jimmy, no problem.”
Bobby presumably went to check on some doofus pulling the emergency brake or something, then got back on the house mic–telling Jimmy to call an ambulance to be waiting on Grand Central when the train pulled in.
The next announcement went something like this:
“Ladies and gentlemen, sorry for the delay. We have a medical emergency…Is there anyone on board who can offer medical assistance?”
The conductor gave his car location, but apparently no one was forthcoming, so he got on the P.A. again.
“Ladies and gentlemen, as I said, we have a medical emergency. Is there anyone on board who’s trained to give medical assistance?”
Moments later, the train pulled into the station. Connectic Energy did not notice rescue personnel and did not know the end result.