Commute: More Snow?

Well it started this morning... a phone call from Christine just before 9AM. Turns out, Christine had been waiting for the bus for about 45 minutes. In that time, 3 buses had come by with out stopping, most Americans on the east coast were at work, and the deficit grew to $445 Billion (ok, I made that last one up, but I may be closer than some of you think).

So I thought, GREAT... if it's taking Christine this long to wait for a bus outside of our apartment building, how long is it going to take for me to get to work. Soon after, I get ready and leave the house, expecting the worst. Right before I left I was unraveling the cord to my headphones, thinking to myself, self... you really shouldn't be unraveling the cord, the only bus most likely is out there now and about to leave.... surely enough... I get outside and see the bus across the street, pulling away...GREAT!

So it turns out, the next bus came in about 5 minutes. Things were looking good. The bus ride to Porter Sq. was typical, not too long, but longer than it should take to go about 3 miles. I arrive at Porter Sq. station in good time and it appears... I may make it to work on time. This is where the story takes a twist. Porter Sq. station, as many of you know, is located somewhere between hell and the core of the earth... it's situated way down deep in the ground. So I go down the first flight of stairs (actually I took the escalator).

Doh! I have no money, I need to go to the ATM. Which is fine since there is an ATM at the first level. Well I start to walk towards it, and a funny thing happens, some guy, which I swear wasn't there two seconds ago, is infront of the ATM. Oh, did I mention he had a gun on his right hip? (minor "side note": he works for Wells Fargo and does maintenance on the machines). So, then I walk (escalate) back up stairs to the "Bank of America" ATM outside the station. On my way down the stairs, I notice the Wells Fargo guy on his way upstairs. So, I think to myself, being careful to keep it internal, and remembering he has a gun "... you're lucky I didn't but an L.L. Bean tattoo on the side of your mug..." (I had boots on).

So I get the cash, get the token, wait a minute for the train, and I'm off to work. I get off to stops later at Central Sq. I go upstairs and notice about five people waiting for the bus. A half-hour later, there are about 25 of us waiting for the bus. While waiting: 4 "out of service" busses came by, two M2 Longwood Medical Area Shuttles came by, and McDonald's record for hamburgers sold climbed to 12.7 trillion (ok, once again, made the last one up, however, I may be close).

Eventually I make it to work on a crowded CT1. Did I get off at Boston Medical Center and walk the few blocks to work? Noooo, this was the CT1, it goes around. Anyways, after all that I went through to get to work today, what was an extra 2 minutes on a warm bus going to cost me? Turns out... I slipped and fell getting of the bus and may have broken my toe...

... That last part was a joke, but it would have made for a funny ending of the story, oh well I will use it another time.