I see that you've put down The Ice Harvest. You're a tough nut to crack, but I think I've got the solution: Fun with Dick & Jane. That and Kong for just $20.
I have to tell you, sales are so bad with the strike, I've often thought about hurling myself onto the tracks and ending it all. The only problem is, I'd probably just crack a rib or something-since there aren't any trains running. Working for the MTA is one of those jobs that I always equated with people who get paid decently to suck miserably. Their professional cousins include weathermen, meter maids and New York Knicks. I can't remember the last time that a conductor, or a station attendant gave me better service than a Metrocard machine.
And then there' the "Stand Clear of the Closing Door" guy. If I had the mic and was running one of those subway trains, you'd better believe I'd use it as my time to shine. I would hum loudly to help the homeless sleep better. When the panhandlers were walking from car to car, touting their hard luck stories, I would cough things like "Bullshit," "Fullofshit" and "Ahem, not homeless." Between end-runs, I could even walk through the cars and spray a little Lysol. That stuff goes a long way. These are the types of things I think about as I sit in subway stations all day, every day.