When in the subway, nobody can hear you scream. "Can you hear me now? fuck no." "I can't fucking call nobody down here?" "Where are my bars? I thought they raise 'em?"
Just when I thought the MTA is determined to stay in the 1960s when cellphone was non existent, then they came out with this half baked cellular plan for us riders: cellular service in the subway stations but not in the tunnel. For the cell phone happy set and the luddites, both can claim victory and both can't be completely happy.
From the NYT.
