What a surprise - the train was late this morning! Or, to be more accurate, the one I wanted broke down, and I caught the next one. Which was jam-packed like a sardine can.
If I had a dollar for every time something like this happened on TriMet, well, it would certainly subsidize my caffeine habit nicely, anyway.
The driver came on and made cheerful announcements at every stop. I actually do like it when they interact with the passengers, instead of being anonymous drones that just shut the door in my face and pull away (probably gleefully) when I'm a few seconds too late. A dollar for every time that happened to me would buy my lunch occasionally, as well.
At least it's Friday.
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