Just tell yourself it was a deadhead

Wet weather in the autumn means a higher chance of missing my train connection. Add the day of the week being Friday, and it becomes almost guaranteed, because there are more people loading and unloading at each stop. And if we're running just late enough, the train traffic controllers seem to hold us out on the tracks just enough to miss the connection.

Long story short, we missed the connection at Trenton, which means it took me 2 hours door-to-door to get home. Can we say cranky? We were already 5 minutes after-the-fact when we got into the station but a few of us still ran the up-and-over thinking our train was still sitting there. Of course, just as we sprinted down the stairs, it pulled away. But the seats in the last few cars were facing the wrong direction. Odds are the train that pulled out was a deadhead that was heading back north.

Another girl, a guy and I were standing there huffing and puffing. The guy was definitely on the miffed side. I kept saying that I didn't see people and was pretty sure it was only a deadhead and not a train we could have made anyway. So just tell yourself it was the deadhead (even if it wasn't actually) so you don't feel as badly for missing a late train by seconds. At least I didn't have anywhere else to be.

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