Subway Fun

Here's my life in NYC. Last weekend I was trying to get home after a night out, but the subway service is completely whacko here on weekends. Some trains don't run, or run at only certain stretches, or only express in another stretch, or switch track altogether with another, totally unrelated train. So, here's me trying to figure out if I should gamble and take the 6 train downtown:

Me: Excuse me, does this train go all the way to Fulton St?
West Indian man at platform: Yes. Footeen St.
Me: Great! Oh wait, did you say Fourteenth?
Him: Yes, this train, Footeen.
Me: I meant Fulton St.
Him: Oh. Yeah yeah, Footeen St.
Me: No, [enunciating as much as possible] Fuuulton.
Him: Yes, this what I'm tellin you, Footeeeen!
Me: [Not sure if he is saying Fourteenth or Fulton, but wanting to believe Fulton because that's where I need to go] OK.
. . .
Me: Fulton right?
Him: Yeah Footeen St.
Me: No, Fulton. F-U-L-T-O-N.
Him: [apparently exasperated] Where you tryin' to goh?
Me: I need to change to the 2 train downtown.
Him: [looking dubious, points at the 6 train's tracks] This one, Footeen St.
Me: No, Fulton!
Him: Yes, Footeen!
Me: You're useless to me. [leaves]

The 6 train does not go to Fulton St. It stops at Brooklyn Bridge.