I Fought Public Transportation...

...and Public Transportation won.

I blog way too much about my troubles with the bus system here, but I'm hoping that one day I will look back and find it all amusing.

Today (my second to last day at State-for now) I finished up around 510, which is when I usually leave for my 520 bus. So I decided I would take the next one, which gets to the stop normally no later than 540. So I bundled up and I got to the stop around 525, and waited in the frigid weather.

And waited.

See, this is another one of those times where the bus never comes. By 550, I was so frozen I couldn't feel my fingers and my ears were burning. So I said eff this and walked the 10 minutes to the metro, furtively looking behind the whole way in case the bus did decide to show up so I could hop on at a later stop.

No such luck.

So I get to the metro at about 6, wait a couple of minutes, then pile into my train. About 2 minutes into this train ride, my fingers started burning, as if I was holding them over an open flame, as the blood finally started surging through my arteries again. This lasted a good 3-4 minutes, from which point, they felt fairly normal again. Then my stop was up, where I change trains, and lucky me, I just missed one, so now I have to wait 8 minutes for the next one.

No biggie.

Except this is the most highly trafficked line of the metro. Which means that by the time the train comes 8 minutes later, the platform is packed with people. When the doors open I have a vision of I think Japan, where they are forcibly shoving people into the metro system. I don't think it was quite that bad, but you get the picture.

Finally, I got home around 640, where I checked the weather immediately, because I thought it was freaking freezing. Turns out, I was right. Its 36 out, but only feels like 24 because of the stupid wind. No wonder my fingers almost fell off.