You’re a teaser, you turn ’em on
Leave them burning and then you’re gone

Dear MTA,

We've known each other for quite some time now, no? Ok granted there were a few years when we left you for the rickety service of the MBTA, but that was a brief mistake. You generally are there when I need you, at 4 in the morning, 2 in the afternoon, or 6 in the evening there's always at least a chance you'll show up. But we have to say you're a fickle, fickle beast and sometimes this push, pull thing you do is just to much for our fragile, fragile hearts.
Now we understand, that even the best of subway lines need repairs sometimes, that in order for you to transport us around this metropolis your rails sometimes need a face lift, or a tummy tuck, or whatever the appropriate plastic surgery reference would be, but our hearts and souls can only take so much of what this construction does to our evenings. Last night for example, you lifted us to a new high, when in a stoke of luck we caught both the C and the connecting F trains immediately and made it from our humble abode in BedStuy to the LES in exactly 17 minutes. We even skipped from the subway exit to the bar. OK we don't really skip, but we in our heads we were skipping. In any case we were overjoyed.
Then, after a few protein shakes with the good CMoss and a run in with two strapping young lads in front of Fat Baby, we headed back to you, sure that you would take us home swiftly. Ahh, how you proved us wrong. How you kept us waiting for an F train for twenty minutes. Then had three more of your F trains fly by as we waited for your C train for another 40. The same trip that took us under twenty minutes to take earilier in the evening took us over an hour and twenty minutes at 1 in the morning. That's just not nice. I don't want our relationship to end. But this manic depressive behavior your exhibiting affects not only you but others as well. Please get it checked out for the benefit of all of us.

In love and worry,

The Voices From the Balcony Team