I shouldn't rant, really, I shouldn't, but there are some days when the public transportation system goes so out of kilter that there is nothing left to do.
An hour-long commute turned into a three-hour sardine nightmare, thanks to a lightning strike. It's the second time it's happened this year, at the same station - is it too much to expect them to install a lightning rod or two? Channel all that raw power of Nature being a show-off into something that'll help the trains run? Or at least boil the kettle and give all those frazzled commuters a cuppa?
From all reports the power was out from 6am, but nobody thought to mention it (what happened to those service announcements I get to my mobile?) until we were stuck in a queue in a queue between stations already late?
"This train will be going on to Melbourne!"
"We'll be moving soon; the track ahead needs to clear a bit first"
"No, wait, change of plans: THAT train about to leave and packed to the sardine-tin will be going to Melbourne"
*run* *squeeze* *wait*
*wait*
*wait some more*
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Comments overheard as people called in late:
(on phone) "I'm not running late at all; I'm standing still late"
"They need to sacrifice some chickens or something to get us moving"
(passing a signalbox)
"How can you get three grown men to look into a metal box?"
"That's where the chickens should be."
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