Taking the subway is a daily chore for many New Yorkers: ear phones in, newspaper in hand, you keep your fingers crossed that the AC or heat is working, you hope to get a seat, or a least not have to stand near the passed out guy who smells like piss. As long as the damn F train is on time I'll suffer through cold, heat and piss. Except for today... Today I walked onto the subway platform and into the soundtrack to my life. Today I hoped the train would be late.