When your train is supposed to get in at 11:16, but arrives at 11:18, and your next train leaves at 11:20, and you've got 25 seconds to get to that gate, and you make it, and beg the dude not to switch the escalator from down to up, but he does and tells you it's up to you if you want to scurry down the rising steps, and you do, but when you get down there the train's doors are closed, except for one so you make a mad dash for it, and the conductor sees your desperation and is kind enough to wave you in, and you hop aboard and you ****ing made it, and you're elated, because no matter how good the matzo balls and latkes are at Ben's on 38th, the last thing you want to do today is trudge over there and order that **** while trying to kill 3 hours of time awaiting the next train out of Gotham.