Air-Conditioning


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.

This morning, the air-conditioning was on on the 6 train for what I think was the first time this season. Cool air on warm skin brought to mind mental pictures of beaches, outdoor concerts and ballgames at Shea.

Won’t the notion of air-conditioning seem quaint when it’s 31 and wintry-mixing tonight.