Tomorrow morning I'm going to see my co-worker for her son's 1 year old birthday party.
They are moving to LA, but he was born here which means a teeny part of him will always be a New Yorker.
So today I popped over to the Transit Museum store at Grand Central.
(I LOVE Grand Central as much as I HATE Penn Station)
Anyhow, I got him a book and a 1 train tshirt.
His name begins with a K and there is no K train, but he also has a z in his name and I thought how cool would it be to get a Z train shirt, because we do have a Z train.
There is no Z train tshirt available.
As in they don't make it.
But, inexplicably, there is a T train tshirt AND WE DO NOT HAVE A T TRAIN.
12 years ago or thereabouts, before they ran the Q up Second Ave, the T was going to be the 2nd ave line.
But it's the Q.
THERE IS NO T TRAIN and yet there is T train merch 12-13 years later from a plan that never happened.
And there is NO Z Train merch even though we have had a Z train for decades.
And "Z isn't a popular letter" doesn't cut it because 1) it is a VERY cool letter and 2) you can say the same thing about the Q and there is Q merch.
All New Yorkers should be really bothered by this like I am.
Well, except that apparently people hate the Z which is really unfair.
Here is an excerpt from a real Z Train Story: (by Anne Kadet)********
Last week, I left my home in Brooklyn Heights at 4:30 pm so I could catch the first Z train heading from Manhattan to Queens. To fortify myself, I stopped at Drip for a cappuccino. Raina, the barista, asked what I was up to.
"Oh," I said, affecting a blasé air. "Just, you know, heading out for my first ride on the Z train."
Raina, it turns out, was a former Z train regular. She took it to Fulton Street, back when she worked a retail job. "I'd ride the J or the Z depending on whether the J was f— up," she said.
"Some people say the Z does not exist," I remarked.
"Who's that?"
"People on the internet.”
"Well, it does," said Raina. "That's like saying the Q doesn't exist because it runs on the B line. It does! I don't know what to say about that."
I actually had some questions prepared for Z-train passengers, so I sprang one on her: "If you had to chose between your first-born child and the Z train, which would you choose?"
Raina did not hesitate. "My first-born child, for sure," she said. "I hated the J and the Z! It was always f-ing late. Always!"
"Oh," I said, affecting a blasé air. "Just, you know, heading out for my first ride on the Z train."
Raina, it turns out, was a former Z train regular. She took it to Fulton Street, back when she worked a retail job. "I'd ride the J or the Z depending on whether the J was f— up," she said.
"Some people say the Z does not exist," I remarked.
"Who's that?"
"People on the internet.”
"Well, it does," said Raina. "That's like saying the Q doesn't exist because it runs on the B line. It does! I don't know what to say about that."
I actually had some questions prepared for Z-train passengers, so I sprang one on her: "If you had to chose between your first-born child and the Z train, which would you choose?"
Raina did not hesitate. "My first-born child, for sure," she said. "I hated the J and the Z! It was always f-ing late. Always!"
********
Well, even though the Z is actually a pretty stupid train (I have taken it a few times but not for years) it still is a train line and should have a tshirt instead of a train line that doesn't even actually exist.
You can get a lame magnet, which is not the same thing as a tshirt.


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