Thursday night a freight train derailed on the Hudson Line. Friday morning I get in my car and hear my train line is not taking us into the city. Rather than ride half way and take a crowded shuttle to the subway, I just hopped a bus just outside my complex. I was happy. It only took me an hour and 40 minutes to get to work. I was an hour late for work but it couldn't be helped. So on the way home I took the crowed subway with the plans of catching the same slow bus to just outside my door. After an hour of waiting I finally asked 4 bus drivers, the last giving the answer that the bus line I was taking ended at 5:30. There was no schedule at the stop so I had no way of knowing. Finally I hopped on the shuttle to take me to the train station ahead of the derailment. Then I waited for half hour for a train, rode to my station, then walked the mile home in the humid 90 degree temps. Not a pleasant day. And the train line was closed all weekend! Not that I wanted to go into the city anyway. Oh and the picture is from the bus stop with a news crew packing up after making a quick report in front of the shuttle busses that I watched go by for an hour. I should have taken a picture of the reporter recording or the huge line of shuttle busses, but I just wasn't in the mood. –NY
Mama said there'd be days like these.
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