How do I hate the red line? let me count the ways...

[cthulhia]

Scurrying down the bike path, I opt not to get coffee to go. Looking at the time, I realize I could be at work on time, by 9 am, even.

So, 8:37 am or so, board the train.

Sit in Davis for 5+ minutes. Sit between the stations. I'm exactly enough Type A to feel my blood pressure rise every time they announce "Harvard Square" and we keep not being there. I'm too far away from the speakers to hear the non-recorded messages explaining train delays as anything more than a Peanuts-like adult mumble.

I got several chapters of reading done, bonded with my nearby prisoners (except for the one reading the God book, who kept her back turned the moment she saw my book was about pagan warriors), contemplated mugging other people on the train for their coffee, and, eventually, started mentally calculating the likely percentage of people in this LJ community stuck on the same damned train with me.

It was AFTER 9:20 pm when we finally were liberated at Park Street.

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(I think that's dykeprincess. We met once, dolled up for one of those Dukes/Dykes events. She might possibly look like that in commuter clothes. We - the mystery commuter woman and I - chatted it up once on a slow train. I figure she was probably someone I'd technically met already. It could be that I just started looking familiar because we'd been on the same commute for months. ... I need a button that says "No worries, I don't remember your name either.")

Comments

[hammercock.livejournal.com]

I've noticed that this is most likely to happen to me when I think I am running on time, maybe even a bit early, and dare to congratulate myself for having gotten out of the house early enough to not have to rush. The commuting gods punish me for my hubris.

hmmm

[cthulhia]

perhaps it was the Davis Square Gods Punishing me for not buying a coffee there first?

Re: hmmm

[frederic.livejournal.com]

Buying a coffee at Diesel didn't help me get to work any quicker. But it (and the blueberry scone) did make me less miserable during the wait though...

[treacle-well.livejournal.com]

Yup, first day of my first full week at work in the new year, and I'm hey, it's not quite a resolution but I'm gonna try to get my ass out of the house on time more often, and today I did that, and had even had breakfast, and got lunch ready, and took the garbage out. Go me! I'll be at work by 8:45 maybe. Certainly by 9. I'm pleased as punch with myself.

Actual arrival time: just about 9:30.