You probably though MTA stood for "Metro Transit Authority," but round here it stands for "Miss Transit Authority." Every couple of weeks, Nadine (aka MissTA) will take you for a ride on the rails (or, fuck it, on a bus) like you've never taken before. Whenever possible, real pics and names will be used to embarrass people, cause what do we care?
You know that moment on the subway? After the spirited exit from a bar, a cab deemed too decadent until the foot shifting, buzz-flattening 20 minutes on the platform, the preview to a late-night MTA funhouse? And you look at your phone, see you left the party 58 minutes ago, noting you're not drunk OR home? Not home at all?
This slumping gentleman is in Acceptance, the 5th stage of grief for his Saturday night, and his emotional voyage was more remarkable than any of the surrounding metropolitan horrors I could capture.