Jake Dobkin asked on Twitter: Where were you? Because I wanted to elaborate on my 140-word answer, I’ll give a little more.
I was on the R train from Bay Ridge, heading in to work at Martha Stewart Living. I was already late—I realized last-minute that I had to iron my pants before leaving.
Everything seemed normal until we pulled into 36th Street, an express-train transfer point, and there was the most unbelieveable crush of people on the platform. I had never seen a platform that full and haven’t to this day.
As many people as could fit transferred into the R train. I normally would have switched to the D train, but figured it wiser to stay in my seat.
“What’s going on?” some people asked the newcomers.
“There’s a fire at the Trade Center. They’re diverting trains.”
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