Another Installment of "Better Late than Never"

hello all!!

Published September 6th 2014

so as you can see, I'm back to write another installment of my ongoing series, "Better Late than Never: The stories behind my train delays"

Now you may be saying to your computer screen or mobile device: "Hey, Kara, you've never written about this series before! you have 3 other posts and none of them even mention trains!!" And I say to you, my beloved reader: shut the hell up and let me explain.

A few months ago, I had planned to go visit my dad for the weekend. Everything was planned out to the last second, with no room for error. I got off of work at 6:00, and I planned on catching a 6:47 train. This meant that I had to drive home, shit, shower, change and pack all of my belongings for the week, by at least 6:40, so that I would have enough time to walk to the train station and buy a ticket on the platform.

I made it out of my house at around 6;45, and sprinted like I was the first one to the finish ribbon at the end of the marathon. I all but shoved every other patron aside to make my way to the ticket machine, where I mindlessly typed in all of the information, my eyes glued to the far end of the platform, searching for any sign of a train. I crossed over, and with an obnoxious sigh of relief, I melted into a seat, not caring that my bags pooled into the three other available seats around me.

I waited for a little bit, and called my dad to warn him that the train was running a little late.

Twenty minutes later, a voice over the intercom informed me that the train i had assaulted a little old lady to catch, had been cancelled. As well as all other trains after it.

This was the worst thing that could've happened. I wasn't even aware of the fact that trains still got cancelled until I heard this announcement. I couldn't call any of my family members for a few minutes, because all I wanted to do was curse out anyone from the MTA, or anyone who thought it was a quality service. But the silver lining to this shit-storm, was that I was not the only one who was losing their shit over this. No, it was me, and the 27 other people on the platform. For the first time in my life, I was apart of an angry mob, and proud of it.

One woman stood on a bench, and dared the MTA conductors to "fuck wit us," because she was "too fucking mad to lose."

A man began taking names and emails down to set up a county wide carpool, in an attempt to run MTA out of business.

I threw in my two cents, and was greeted with applause when I reminded everyone that "We payed good money for this shit!!"

It was one of the best experiences of my life, because of one of the worst.




Now the sad thing is, that was all just a backstory. Now the real stories come from the dumb ass conversations and people that I'm forced to entertain, while we wait more minutes than expected on the train platform.

So look out for this! I think it's pretty cool. I hope you do too.

byebye