Mystery at the MTA

The escalator at the subway station closest to my house has been broken for as long as I can remember... which means about two years.

This morning as I was taking the stairs I overheard two MTA (Manhattan Transity Authority) workers at the top of the escalator. An older man was angrily saying to the younger one: "...years and years. But Dave's a f***ing supervisor!"

That's all I heard. Then at the bottom of the escalator, written in heavy black magic marker on a canvas flap set up to keep people away from the broken escalator, were the words "F*** YOU, DAVE!"

A little farther into the station a door that said "Authorized Personnel Only" was open, revealing a cramped office with a beat-up couch and carpet. All I got was a quick glance, but I saw a late-thirty-something, petite white guy in a white Oxford shirt and khakis, glasses, wearing a gleaming hard hat and holding a set of blueprints. Sitting across from him on the couch was a twenty-something Indian guy wearing a flannel shirt, no hard hat, jeans, and about a week's growth of beard.

Was one of those guys the infamous "Dave"? If so, what did he do to the escalator that had at least one of his co-workers so pissed off?!

It's a mystery!