A New York moment

This morning I took the 1 line at 86th St as usual. I got off at the 72nd to take the express line downtown, again, as usual. But before I could hop back on the 1 line --its doors were already closed-- I realized the express train was not going anywhere.
At first I did not quite understand what was going on. I thought someone might be blocking the door, which usually happens, but there was way too much screaming for that. I approached the conductor (yes, that person whose voice you hear on the speaker saying things like "please stay away from the door" and sometimes, if you're lucky, "have a pleasant Monday"). He was leaning out the window and explaining to a lady what the situation was: "They're complaining about a passenger. I can't get in to check because it's too crowded. I called the police so we're waiting for them now"
The police? NYPD? What a subway ride! I can't say I wasn't upset about the delay, but this compensated for the whole thing. I was about to see "New York's cops" at work! It didn't take long for the police to arrive. One officer got into the train and came out empty handed. "So now she's quite!" Someone complained. The police officer approached the conductor who explained the situation once again. However, they were soon interrupted by the passengers complaining again, this time shouting: "Get off! Get Off!" while hitting the car walls. This time the police officer went in and came out with the lady in question, who was swearing in a way I'd never seen before. She tried to get back on the train but they didn't let her, so she walked away and took the 1 train which had just reached the station. The doors closed on her while she was still using the f-word as loud as possible.
It was amazing! I learned new words (car, for the subway wagon, and conductor), I complained along with the rest of the New yorker commuters (although secretly delighted by the experience) and was only 5 minutes late for classes. It was worthy it!