Thoughts upon transferring from the local to the express at W 4th, Thursday evening

I love you D-train, I really do.

I know I know, I take the F to work and back everyday but I'd rather be riding you. You're never as crowded, smelly or unpredictable as the F. Your air conditioning works. Your interior is more pleasing and more regularly cleaned. You get me from W 4th to my neighborhood two stops quicker than the F.

I'm married to the F but D, you're the one I really want to be with. Why oh why must you be an express?

PS - what's with the Chinese ladies at Grand St who always, always try to get on the train before you can get out?