Young white man with large backpack, heavy French accent, and reasonably capable English: Excuse me, is there a local Number [...]
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Young white man with large backpack, heavy French accent, and reasonably capable English: Excuse me, is there a local Number 2 train? It comes on this track?
Middle-aged white New York woman with long, dangling earrings: No.
This is the Number 1 track. Number 2 trains, they're all express. Over on that track. A Number 2 just pulled out.
French man: Oh! I just got off that train! A girl on that train, she tell me to get off because it was express and I need a Number 2 that is local.
Woman: I tell you there's no such thing as a Number 2 that's local. Where are you going?
Man: Here, I show you [opens large, MTA map]. One Hundred and Twenty-Fifth Street. That girl on the train said there was a 2 Local.
Woman: Harlem. You're going to Harlem?