The other day Sara did some Twitter complaining/ MTA announcing re: "Catastrophic Delays" on the 4, 5, and 6 trains. Those were the exact words, repeated multiple times buy a conductor on the downtown 6, which was sitting, waiting, at 51st Street.
Sara likes to avoid being stuck between stations, particularly at rush hour, as much as possible. She figured other people feel the same, hence the Twittering. She walked out of the train and approached the woman in the booth.
Sara: Hi. Can I get a transfer since I obviously need to get on a bus.
Booth Woman: (not looking up) Why do you need to get on a bus?
Sara: Because of the Catastrophic Delays.
Booth Woman: There are no delays.
Sara: Um, the train has been sitting there for about eight minutes and the conductor just announced Catastrophic Delays. His words.
Booth Woman: I didn't hear that.
Sara: He just said it.
Booth Woman: No.
Sara: Okay, well, the train is just sitting there and I need to get downtown and delays were just mentioned onboard. I think a transfer is warranted.
Booth Woman: You're the only one asking.
Sara: What does that have to do with it?
Booth Woman finally looks up, stares at Sara, then inhales as if she's just been underwater for seven minutes, then exhales like she's blowing out candles across the platform, then looks down as if Sara is not there.
Sara: Thank you. I'm sure you're on your way to a great evening.
Clearly the point is: This Subway Booth Employee is AI.

"This Subway Booth Employee is AI"
What does "AI" mean?
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Age InAppropriate
Posted by: Sara Pepitone | November 11, 2009 at 02:27 PM