Motorman, Where The Fuck Are We?

It was very late at night. I was coming home from some teenage party or another. All the other passengers were crashed out asleep. The ride seemed to take forever as the train was rerouted through a crazy series of detours (at one point it actually changed direction), eventually coming to a dead stop in the tunnel between stations. After a while, the conductor got on the PA system and asked plaintively: “Motorman, where the fuck are we?”