The Phone

There's a pay phone in the middle of the train platform near work. The phone sits eerily removed from the exit, about 150 feet away (though I am total shit at estimating distances, so that could be grossly off). The platform is a long stretch of dirty white tile, and even during rush hour there's almost no one this far down. It's kind of like the long, drippy entrance to a really lovely dungeon.

So seriously, who makes a pay call in a dungeon?

I've decided there was only one reason for this phone placement: emergency calls for dungeon crime victims.

Or, of course, for the MTA workers to call for removal of the bodies they've stashed down here.