Friday, June 17, 2005

I knew it was a bad day when I forgot to brush my teeth

On the way to the train station Thursday morning, I realized that I left home without brushing my teeth. I also forgot my ID and keys for work, but I didn't think my day would be that bad. To be honest, it wasn't until about 4:48 p.m. when I was waiting for the train and found out that all overhead powerlines were down and therefore all trains out of the city were completely inoperable. Nick and I were both stuck; he was at 30th street and I was 15 blocks away in center city. I actually had to use a pay phone (which now costs $0.50 a call!) because the cellular phone network was overloaded and I couldn't get a call out. $1.50 later I had arranged with the day care for a friend to pick up Aiden and for Nick and I to wait 30 minutes and then talk again regarding how we would get home if the trains were still down. During the 30 minutes, both Nick and I had the great idea to meet, but neither of us could get through to the other, so he took the subway to 15th street, and I took it to 30th. When we could finally reach each other, he got back on the subway to 30th where I joined him on the subway. We had to go another 39 blocks west to another "transportation depot" and catch a trolley that was supposed to take a to a bus to take us to the train station where we could get our car. I don't think I could do justice in describing the people on the trolley quite like Samantha can, but lets just say that among the entirely packed trolley, there was one extremely overweight old man that should really get that growth on his arm checked out. By the time the trolley got close to where we were supposed to transfer to the bus, I noticed that all the other transfer bus routes were nicely labeled on the trolley map in the car, but there was no connection to the mysterious bus we needed to take. Completely defeated I called my friends that had picked up Aiden and asked them to come meet us at the mall and take us to our car. We got the car, went back and got the kid, and finally got home at 7:55, an hour and fifty-five minutes late for Nick's appointment with the Elders' Quorum to help our neighbor move. The point of the story is that it took us 3 hours and 15 minutes to get home!!! We have to buy a house closer to the city.

1 comment:

Samantha said...

Maybe...that was all a ploy so Nick wouldnt have to go to his meeting.