SEPTA, Part II

I'll make this one short because I am planning on writing a longer one on a different topic soon. I just had to write this one because I once again wanted to express my extreme hatred of SEPTA. This morning, It was about 16 degrees in Sellersville/Colmar area, -7 with the wind chill. I left for work on time this morning, but after bypassing a broken traffic light, found myself running about 2-3 minutes late. I pulled into the train station at 7:20 (my train comes at 7:21), jumped out of my car, put my quarters in the parking board and walked up on the platform only to find... nothing. No train. Now ok, it's cold and icy and SEPTA has been running up to 5 minutes late in the mornings lately. So I stood there. In the -7 degree wind chill. With no hat. I didn't think I needed one because I figured I would only be outside for a maximum of 5 minutes at a time. So I waited. 10 minutes. 15 minutes. 20 minutes. After 25 minutes, when it felt like my ears were going to fall off, I finally went back to my car and jacked the heat up. It took me 10 minutes just to thaw out. Finally, at 8:02, the train pulled into the station. That's right, the train was 41 minutes late. I didn't get into the city until 9:00, making me a half hour late for work and thus making me stay a half hour later in this godforsaken city.

So, in conclusion, I hate SEPTA. And apparently SEPTA hates me.