My brother and I saved this drunk/high idiot's life at Lorimer St. or Broadway Station (can't remember which one we were at.) He was on the other side of the tracks, sitting next to some dumb bytch on her phone and all of a sudden stood up and started walking and fell off the edge headfirst onto the tracks.
We were near the end of the platform too, but my brother took off to alert the station attendant and I got off the platform to cross the tracks to get to him (the train wasn't coming at that moment and it was the quickest way) but thought better of it after I got on the tracks and saw the street below.
My brother was able to alert the attendant, but I guess they can't alert the train operators, 'cause moments later a train approached and the driver had no idea what was happening until he saw people on the opposite side (but near the other beginning of the platform) we had told waving their hands at him to stop. Mind you, we're still trying to get this intoxicated idiot off the tracks while the train is approaching.
Oh yeah, and the reason I called the chick on her phone a "dumb bytch" is because she fukking was narrating the whole entire thing to her friend she was talking to. Wasn't even phased and didn't move from her seat to tell anyone what happened. If I hadn't seen him fall, that guy would've been dead.