The ride home from the city last night was a comedy of errors. I got out of a concert, and took the subway to Penn. It took a long time for the 1 to arrive but it finally did and Though it would be close, I would still arrive at Penn about 5 minutes early to catch my train.
Or so I thought.
For some reason when we hit the 42 St station, we just sat there with the doors open.
The longer we sat there, the more I considered getting off the train and making a run for it. Then I calculated the time until my train and my blazing fast speed and realized I would probably miss my train by a half hour.
By the time we started moving, I realized the conductor was obviously f***ing with me because he had waited just long enough to make me think I had a chance to still catch my train.
The second the doors flew open, I ran for the train and realized it was too late.
Nothing more fun that Waiting for a late train at Penn..
I catch the train home and I start nodding off. so I decide to set my alarm on my phone but I wasted the last of my battery posting the stupid pictures.
Fell asleep on the train and woke up three stops past mine.
Fortunately there was a cab there and I just went home. Picked my car up this morning.