Hurry Up and Wait…


Once again, my train line treats the folks like me like dirt.

So what if my train line eventually ends up in the suburbs. If you live in the city,
well, it’s like you are a non-entity,that is, until they start counting their money from
you for train fare.

Yesterday, they allegedly had electrical problems on my line-the line that runs cars as old
as I am( 53) so we had to wait another 30 minutes for the train to eventually arrive.

I am sure if I was on one of the suburban lines, I would be home lickety-split.

**climbing down off the soap box**