My train leaves at 5:35 every morning. Except this morning. Apparently there was some sort of freight train broke down on the tracks this morning. And apparently the best solution was to bus all of us to the station two stops away. And I am pretty sure it not just because I am a math major that I know that if it takes 4 two story train cars to fit all of the passengers from two stops into…then 1 city bus is actually not the equivalent. It is packed in here. there are people standing and siting in every inch of this stupid bus. Nobody was happy, everybody was cold and confused. I was feeling claustrophobic and anxious. All in all, I survived, albeit an hour late for work, but I survived.
This afternoon was cold and rainy. In my preparedness, I packed an umbrella in my infamous rolly bag. Although, it was rather rainy and the wind was bad enough that I am pretty sure I saw Mary Poppins flying by en route to her new family, and my umbrella popped inside. I ended up using it as a shield to keep my skirt from flying up as I ran downtown. It kind of worked. My hair was wet, my glasses were fogged, but my dignity was in tact.
My favorite stalker sat by me on the train this afternoon. We had a very open conversation about things. The woman across from us pretended not to listen, but she is a crappy actress so it didn’t work well. I have a standing appointment with my stalker tomorrow, and as he reads this tonight, he will smile and laugh and admit that he is in fact a stalker, and he will in fact see me tomorrow at the same time for yet another intriguing conversation about life and the mysteries of crazy people.
He did, by the way, make my night when he told crappy actress chick, “we love you, but we’re moving seats now.”