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August 10, 9:51 a.m.
B Train – 7th Avenue to 42nd Street
It’s supposed to hit 94 degrees today, and New York is prepared. One woman dabs her forehead, once a minute or so. Another fans herself with the Times sports section, and a third cools from the inside with a swamp-colored iced coffee. The lone man in long-sleeves on the platform has them rolled up just below his elbows.
Inside, the train is pneumonia-inducing cold, making one wonder how much the MTA spends on air conditioning, but not making one complain. It’s warmer crossing over the bridge and under the sun, owing perhaps to a) the sun or, b) some less-than-tight door seals. This makes one wonder how much the MTA could save on air conditioning with tighter seals. But again, it does not make one complain.