Commute

This morning, I thought I had it perfect. I left perfectly on time, made it to the station even faster than usual, got a seat in a nice corner. The express went smoothly until 61st-Woodside, when all of a sudden, we came to the stop and just sat there. The emergency brakes on the express train in front of us got stuck, so we had to wait and then reroute to the local track. Then, at the next stop, we came to a stop and just stopped. I wondered what was going on and why all the doors remained closed. Then, I realized that I was sitting across from the conductors booth and could therefore listen in on everything people were saying. Apparently, someone had decided to choose this morning's rush hour for his heart attack and it happened to be on my train. Crap. So, after 20 minutes and a stretcher later, we started back up again. And I ended up at work 15 minutes late. Crap.