This is 99% invisible. I'm Roman Mars.

New Yorkers are known to disagree about a lot of things.

Who's got the best pizza? What's the fastest subway route?

Yankees or Mets.

But I would bet that if you polled every New Yorker,

all 8,500,000 of them,

they would agree on one thing. Penn Station sucks. That's Anne Hepperman, our friend

and reporter in New York who also hates Penn Station. There is nothing

joyful about Penn Station.

It's windowless, airless, crowded.

650,000 people have to suffer through it

on their daily commute.

That's more traffic than the region's three airports combined.

Luckily though, I'm not one of them.

We're in Penn Station now.

We tagged along with our unlucky friend Jonathan Manhivaar. He's a producer for this American life and commutes from his home in Jersey to Penn Station.

His experience of Penn Station is like being at a Black Friday sale at Walmart every day always.

Like the whole time people are pushing you,

squeezing through a tiny stairway to get down to the tracks.

It's the only place in which people are like actually

touching your ass and you're not supposed to say anything about it. The air is often hot and

stuffy. It feels like whatever Wizard of Oz is behind, like that they are just watching in

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