So this is what happened on my commute home last night. How about you?
Just so you know, this wasn’t my train — I was going in the opposite direction on the other track — but it happened between my station and the one right before it. The train was stuck there for well over an hour, so it’s lucky I was able to get a ride home. My father, who is usually one or two trains behind me in the evenings, managed to get a train on a different line, and we picked him up.
Thankfully, no one was hurt. My morning commute today went by without incident.
Geez, that could have been horrible. Glad the only thing mangled was the pocketbook. (And the car, of course)
“She was a little mad we didn’t get her pocketbook, but you know, that’s life.”
This cracked me up. I love New York.