I Use to catch the #MetroBlueLine on a regular as a teenager from the #LBC to Wilshire & then the Wilshire bus to my High school #Uni in #WestLA. It’s not far from UCLA
I Would slide my classmates $3-$5 (that was Good Gas money back in 1994/1995 gas was like $1 a gallon- lol) and they would take me to & from the stations. I Never had any issues on the Blue line, Didn’t see any fights/no arguing. Just a cool ride. I didn’t have to worry about someone offering to sell me anything or trying to rob me and the train was Always super clean. It was still new. Once I graduated, I got my 1st car – a bucket- & didn’t use public transportation again for 2 decades.
I parked at the Del Amo station #Free. I immediately Saw 2 Metro Officers at the pay station so I felt safe. I didn’t have to wait long for a train & I was chilling UNTIL we hit the Artesia station. From that stop forward, I was Very Uncomfortable & on Alert of my surroundings. Those stops were completely different than how I remembered them. MF’s came on selling shit, teens loud as fck, people dropping trash, and I instantly realized the train no longer looked as clean as it once did. It was a weird experience.
I left when the last act came on. On my way back, I boarded at the Pico station & my ass got on the wrong train. I didn’t know the Blue Line & Expo Line picked up from the same spot. I was so tired, I didn’t even realize I was on the wrong train until it said: ‘Next stop, Expo & Vermont.’
It was well after 11pm on a Friday night. I had a cute Short blue, long sleeve dress on w/Uggs & my favorite tan Coach purse. I got off the train & while waiting for the light to change, I believe a Pimp/Customer on Expo & Vermont approached me saying “What’s Up, You working?’ I immediately ran my ass across the red light. I quickly paid the new fare & waited for what seemed like the longest 15-20 min ever. Once I finally got back on the Blue line my ride home was pretty much smooth. No loud kids but people still trying to sell stuff. I promised myself I’d Never ride the train again Unless I knew I could feel secure, and of course plan my trip in advance so I didn’t get lost again.