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… get over yourself!

Fred Clark rules my world every shabbos. He’s my rebbe, for real.

You’ve added recorded announcements along the L line, regularly updating passengers about how long it’ll be until the next train in each directions arrives. That’s great.

But at the terminus at Eighth Avenue? They’re irritating. Because, according to the announcement, a;; trains arrive “on the Eighth Avenue-bound track”.

i don’t know what that means. I’m already at Eighth Avenue. Every train that arrives — on whichever of the two tracks — is bound for Eighth Avenue.

And so your announcement means nothing to me, and only serves to irk me. Which means that I tune it out. Which means that I’m less likely to take any of your other announcements seriously.

If some of the speculation is true, I may actually be happy. The penultimate show in the most recent series was terrible — so bad that I didn’t even finish watching, which I haven’t done since the “new” show made its debut with not-Capt.-Slow. The final episode seemed slipshod and enervated. The only good race or challenge throughout the series was the 1949 Race to the North.