Any Old Day in New York

The escalator down was broken. Again. Alexandyr sighed as he joined the cluster of people trying to crowd down the staircase. It reminded him of his commute, before hme moved to New York. Agonizing seconds crawled by as he made his way down the stairs and onto the platform. He checked his watch and swore. He was still going to be late, he hadn't even bothered to shave this morning. A part of him couldn't help but blame the jam at the stairs, even while another part knew it was his own damn fault. He checked his watch again, then then made his way over to the subway map on the wall. He followed the Red Line north, out of the heart of the city. People jostled past him, eager to reach the platforms for their own lines. Everyone moved with a purpose. Even those standing still had something to do or somewhere to be. Alexandyr checked his watch again. The train pulled in a minute later. As he gathered his possessions and muttered to no one in particular about a lack of dull moments. Even the subway was filled with activity. Kids running around their parents, business men talking about money and sports. Even the obligatory bum was up, pan handling amongst the new arrivals. Alexandyr put his head back and sighed.