My profiling experience on the PATH
By Roozbeh Shirazi
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I went out with my girlfriend a few nights ago to have a long a leisurely dinner with two of our friends in the Village. We met up with them a little late, but there were no hard feelings; despite the delay, we were in high sprits and happy to see each other. We asked each other how we had been, got caught up on the details of mutual friends' lives, and told a few satisfying stories over some good Japanese food and beer.
After dinner, we walked with them to the West 4th Street stop hugged and kissed our goodbyes, and walked up two blocks to the PATH station at 9th St. and 6th Ave. As we had inadvertently learned on our inbound journey, the PATH train was running on a holiday schedule because of President's Day, so we got settled in for a longer than normal wait.
We did not have to wait long; a few minutes later, the train arrived, sporting the two-tone blue and orange headlights signifying that it would stop in Hoboken that night as well, before continuing on to Journal Square to start its return to New York. We would be home in 20 minutes, not too bad as far as our trip was concerned -- but still too late to catch the beginning of a show we wanted to see that started at 9 pm.



