Morning commutes
I guess I’m lucky; my timing is impeccably unpredictable in exactly the right direction.
This morning — my alarm failed to fire. I’m unsure if this was my doing or some actual failure of the device. At this point I’m assuming it was my doing. Scrambling to get ready for work — I trundle into the bathroom to start my morning maintenance when I notice a twinge in my stomach that suggested a colon revolt was about to occur. I’ll spare you the details but suffice to say the rebellion was leading a full fledge attack from the flank. When I had temporarily squelched the rebellion, I continued with the rest of my morning rituals.
Jess dropped me off at the “T” station as usual and I commented to her that I had forgotten my cell phone at home and hoped I didn’t need it. I scurried up to the platform to board the inbound train hoping to arrive downtown with enough time to grab a cup of coffee. The fates had other ideas.
For several stops, I noticed that the “T” operator was on the phone in her operator booth and wondered if that wasn’t bad form — driving a mass transportation vehicle and chatting at the same time. As we approached the “South Hills Junction” stop the T came to a stop and we waited a bit before the operator came on the loud speaker to inform us that one of the earlier trolleys (one I could have been on had I been in time) had caught fire and was blocking the tracks.
She informed us that they would be sending busses to carry us for the remained of the trip downtown. As I mentioned above, I had left my cell phone at home, so I had no way to let the BossMan know that I was indeed en route and would be there soon. I was also worried Jess would hear that one of the trolleys had caught fire and would be concerned. I ended up borrowing the phone of the guy next to me who was nice enough to let me call.
I ended up at work late — without my precious coffee but with a story to tell.
