Me: Shall we get a cab?
R: In the spirit of being frugal…
Me: Subway.
R: My iPhone/Google app will tell us what train to take.
Me: I can tell us what train to take.
R: My iPhone will tell us when the next train is coming. And how long it’ll take to get there.
Me: Your phone can bite me.
Ten minutes later:
Me: We can take this F.
R: Let’s wait for the B.
Me: They go to the same place.
R: I’m following instructions. [F train leaves. D train arrives.]
Me: We can take this D.
R: Let’s wait for the B.
Me: They go to the same place.
R: I’m following instructions. [D train leaves.]
Me: Your phone is stupid.
We have dinner.
R: Let me figure this out…
E: It’s Emma Time. We’re taking the 6.
R: Hang on…
E: We’re taking the 6.
We go through the turnstiles.
R: The next 6 won’t be here until 11:15.
E: It’s 10:40.
R: See? The phone knows all. You should’ve listened to the Google.
E: The phone is full of #$%$(&.
R: No. The phone knows all, sees all.
5 minutes later
E: Isn’t that a 6 train? Or would you rather wait another 25 minutes?
R: ….. I don’t know what’s going on …
E: I do: the Google has fallen. It can’t get up.
R: But the Google is always right.
E: The Google hasn’t met New York. Or me. Take that, stupid Google. Emma wins. Booyah!
R: You are not at your most attractive right now.
E: Whatever. I win.
For more subway fun, hang out with Christoph Niemann’s sons and the subway on his art blog.
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