A Two-Hour Trip in Four
Yesterday I was leaving campus at about 5PM, headed for home (we get off on weekends). Usually it takes me no more than two hours to get home, by bus and two trains. Well, this time it took me four hours, and here’s why:
I had already taken the bus and first train, and was now on the platform waiting for the last train I’d have to take. I usually take this train only for one stop, which takes no longer than 10 minutes (including the time spent waiting for it to arrive). In other words, I am about 15 minutes away from being home (including the 5-minute walk after departing the train).
Normally when I go home, I take my Army bag with me–to carry my bathroom stuff and in case I decide to bring something back with me. This time, however, I decided to take my Da Kine bookbag instead, and I’m carrying it on my back.
The F train arrives, and I step in. Again, normally I walk right to the opposite-side doors, because those are the doors that open when the train arrives at my destination. This time, however, there were two Mexican guys standing there, so I just decided to stay where I am (right where I stepped in).
