This is today's rant. I got down to Pearl Paint at 308 Canal Street by taking the No 1 subway to 42nd Street and transferring to the N Train, which let me off at Canal about two blocks from Pearl Paint. Their employees are so polite and friendly and helpful, I was sure I'd gone into another era, time warp, whatever. I got a credit for my wrong order, took an elevator to the fifth floor and bought the correct tape I use for taping orchestra parts.
The problem, after leaving Pearl, was the easiest way to get to 27th Street and Sixth Avenue, so I decided to walk west on Canal to Sixth and pick up a bus. The walk was a little longer than I thought, and by the time I got to Sixth, my leg was beginning to ache. However, I didn't know where the Sixth Avenue buses stopped so I had to walk north on Sixth until I got to a bus stop. I finally came upon one just below Spring Street, and there I waited, standing on my bad leg because there was no bench or official sheltered bus stop with several chairs. The schedule, which is all lies since the MTA board has screwed up the Manhattan transportation, said the No 6 bus came at 11:08, 11:18, 11:33, and 11:48. I arrived around 11:20 so I figured with luck I'd catch one shortly. So, I stood for 20 minutes on my bad leg until at 11:41 a bus showed up. I suspect the MTA asses have cut the buses to one every 30 minutes, but I also think their forcing an old coot to stand uncomfortably for 20 minutes with no ability to sit is both rude and inhumane. I wish the MTA board members all a violent and grisly death ASAP.