Crushing commute.

The Observer wonders why the MTA wishes to make the slog to work in the grim confines of the Times Square tunnel all the more disheartening with this installation. Did they take down the “KILL YOURSELF” chapter to this sad story?

Andre’s dead already

A very loyal posse.

The Observer doubts this is a leftover from the early 1990s. Seems the venerable giant cum actor cum wrestler still captures the imagination of the public from beyond the grave. Che, Morrison, Stalin and of course, Andre the Giant.

Tell me something I don’t know.

You mean the one right in front of me?

As all Gothamites know the MTA’s informational and PA systems are shambolic. But cheer up! There is one area where they excel – in telling you something that’s blatantly obvious. There’s two tracks. One’s empty. One has a train waiting with the doors open. I wonder which one will be the “next” train. Perhaps the only one visible?

Here’s a suggestion from The Observer. Why not put informational signs OUTSIDE the turnstiles? Perhaps informing the rider of delays or outages or what’s good on the menu at Katz’s Deli. Anything before I spend $2 and wait anxiously like the homely bride at the altar.

Tat attack

I'm so ubiquitiously unique.

The Observer sometimes looks around the L train heading out to Williamsburg and wonders if he’s the only person in the subway car who doesn’t have a tattoo.