Coming Home
Sep. 7th, 2007 10:36 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
davidn18:30: Leave work to see if Park Street has exploded.
18:32: Open laptop, start up a game from the "Retro" folder and wait as usual.
18:55: First train to Braintree arrives. Everyone piles on.
19:00: Train arrives at Harvard.
19:05: It's announced that the train will skip Central and Kendall.
19:08: Train stops because of "technical difficulties".
19:10: Train leaves Harvard.
19:14: Train stops at Kendall anyway. Doesn't bother opening its doors.
19:20: Train arrives at a boiling, crowded Park Street.
19:22: D train goes past on the wrong line.
19:23: D train goes past on the right line.
19:24: C train arrives, much to everyone's surprise. Some sort of announcement is made. Nobody knows what it is.
19:27: Train has limped to Boylston.
19:38: We have come out of the tunnels to reach daylight again. Or at least, we would if it was still light outside.
19:43: Laptop battery has run out. Continued log on stopwatch.
19:51: Arrive at stop halfway down the Green Line. Get off as fast as possible.
An hour and twenty-five minutes to get home - a new record. It's strange how short these spans of time seem when I actually write them out, but it's excruciating being stuck on a train that's going nowhere in the middle of a tunnel. I should probably be glad that I take the trains, though, because apparently the only reason that they arrive at all is because they're stuck to the rails - one of the bus drivers recently said to Whitney that we don't get many buses on the route outside our flat because his colleagues take shortcuts so that they miss it by miles.
18:32: Open laptop, start up a game from the "Retro" folder and wait as usual.
18:55: First train to Braintree arrives. Everyone piles on.
19:00: Train arrives at Harvard.
19:05: It's announced that the train will skip Central and Kendall.
19:08: Train stops because of "technical difficulties".
19:10: Train leaves Harvard.
19:14: Train stops at Kendall anyway. Doesn't bother opening its doors.
19:20: Train arrives at a boiling, crowded Park Street.
19:22: D train goes past on the wrong line.
19:23: D train goes past on the right line.
19:24: C train arrives, much to everyone's surprise. Some sort of announcement is made. Nobody knows what it is.
19:27: Train has limped to Boylston.
19:38: We have come out of the tunnels to reach daylight again. Or at least, we would if it was still light outside.
19:43: Laptop battery has run out. Continued log on stopwatch.
19:51: Arrive at stop halfway down the Green Line. Get off as fast as possible.
An hour and twenty-five minutes to get home - a new record. It's strange how short these spans of time seem when I actually write them out, but it's excruciating being stuck on a train that's going nowhere in the middle of a tunnel. I should probably be glad that I take the trains, though, because apparently the only reason that they arrive at all is because they're stuck to the rails - one of the bus drivers recently said to Whitney that we don't get many buses on the route outside our flat because his colleagues take shortcuts so that they miss it by miles.
