Subway woes

So I had a panic attack in the subway on Saturday. Our car stopped for quite a long time due to debris on the track, and I started to panic. I can't imagine what it would be like to be stuck down there for more than the amount of time that I was already was. I can just see the headlines "California girl dies beneath the earth one month after arriving in NYC." Good times! Luckily, that was not my time to go. Later on in the day, a woman actually poked me in the side trying to get me to move inside the subway car. I told my friend and she told me I should have poked her back! Apparently, part of the hazing process of moving to NYC involves getting poked. Next time, I will poke back!