I think the service is meant to be express, but lay-ups on the F often prevent this.
Speaking of the train, trains were delayed and platforms majorly jammed at 47-50 as I waited for the - which would be going over 63rd anyway. The minutes dragged on and I thought to myself, I bet it's a R46 F train with a persnickety door.
Sure enough, the old F comes crawling into the station and is promptly mobbed by the dullard masses who can't fathom there will be 4 or 5 trains in a conga line behind it. And there's that sticky door. Open-close. Open-close. Open-close. I look up and down the train for the red light of doom. It's in the head car, just behind the T/O cab, and the T/O is leaning her head out the window looking at it and frowning.
Now, I thought I might be crossing the line on this one, in terms of good samaritan vs. interfering with the train, but I was standing a car back and this had been going on for a few minutes, so I elect to walk up to the door and give it a good shove towards closed. *click*. The door locks, the light's out. I look at the T/O who I'm half expecting to be unhappy with my random act of shove-age - but she's not. She's smiling widely and gives me a thanks and a wave. As the train leaves the station I think to myself "Yeah man, I saved the day!... until the next time they open their doors at least"
Anyway, a long story, but it was one of those tiny moments of victory that I thought you guys would appreciate.