Passengers are still stranded, sweaty, and discontented along nearly every subway line, as the city recovers from this morning’s as-of-yet unconfirmed tornado. People are still waiting in droves for buses and taxis or walking across the city’s bridges and Mayor Bloomberg has canceled his entire morning to no doubt assess damage to homes and trees in Brooklyn.

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UPDATE 12:59 EST – Wacky commute stories after the jump.

UPDATE 10:58 PM EST – Act of God correspondent Zach van Schouwen has photographic evidence of the Brooklyn Tornado here.

Samit Sarkar, E’08, reports he never made it to his 9 to 5 summer job at SIPA, even after taking hellish, wet detours through the backwoods of Queens.

“My dad figured he’d take Union Tpke to Queens Boulevard and drop me off at the Queens Plaza subway. Unfortunately, we soon found out that there was no E train service and no 1, 2, or 3 train service (at the time). Union Tpke was slow going; by 9:45 AM, we hadn’t even gone a hundred blocks, so I just called in to work and said that at the rate we were going, it’d probably be 1 PM or something by the time I got there (and the traffic was getting to my dad). They understood, so we stopped for breakfast at a Dunkin Donuts on 169th and Union Tpke (near St. John’s University) and then headed home.”

One Bwogger said she arrived at Times Square from Columbia an hour late and $41 dollars poorer.

A former Columbia student-wingtip perversely finds the day’s silver lining…

“I got stuck on an overloaded PATH between hoboken and pavonia newport for bout [sic] 30 minutes (apparently two tunnels simultaneously got blocked). I used the time to chat up a nice goldman girl who had her chest rather inconveniently squished against me and get her phone number.”

…while one Bwogger finds more of New York’s opportunists…

“I was on either the 2/3 going downtown and we were stuck in a tunnel for a good 20 minutes. The car is mostly silent and all of a sudden, a girl near me shrieks really loudly, “Can you stop touching my ass?” The whole car goes nuts, overheard responses include: “I ain’t feeling up on that girl,” “We’re all squished together,” “Bitch,” and my personal favorite from the gay man in the tunic, “She’s really flattering herself if she really thinks someone wants to touch… that.”

I wonder how many other perverts copped a free feel during this whole subway debacle.”

And continuing the theme of commutes and pervs, Josh Hirschland, C’ 08, finds himself in Pittsburgh.

“Yesterday I got off my last day of work at about 10:30, packed until three in the morning, and at four left for LaGuardia. Got there in plenty of time for the flight which was then delayed for 90 minutes due to the storm–just long enough to make me miss my connecting flight. As I write this, I’m sitting in an airport a half hour’s bus ride outside of Pittsburgh in hour 8 of my layover. There is an upside, though; I got to get out of the airport and into the city. (When I got breakfast, I was promptly warned that I had better not

take it to go because the city is filled with pedophiles…. Seems perfectly nice to me.)”