A turning point

I felt incredibly proud today when somebody turned to me for directions, and I definitively knew the answer. Standing on the platform waiting for the A train at 14th Street, a couple of kids asked me where they had to go to get the L line. At last, I exclaimed internally, here was my chance to feel like a New Yorker, no longer a Brit Out Of Water. My heart swelled with joy as I directed them to the lower level.

Sadly, as it transpires, there is no platform at 14th Street lower than the one serving the A train. Only by going upstairs can you get to the L train.

My application to be a local has been denied, pending a full internal investigation.

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