(This is an important fact for the end of this story.)
Mondays and Wednesdays are long days at work, since I now have Thursdays off (squee!). So last night, I took the 6:15 train home, which is scheduled to get me to my car at 7:19...
Hubby was having an actual Coaches Meeting at our house last night. (I say "actual", because that's usually what they call it when they go out for drinks: "We're having a Coaches Meeting.") I should have been home by 7:30ish, in time to finish the boyz' nighttime routine and tuck them into bed. So that Hubby and his fellow coaches could retreat to Mantown to
My train left the station on time, and went to the next station to pick up more outbound passengers. After that, we were on our way.
Except, we weren't.
All of a sudden, the train came to a screeeeeeching halt. The brakes were grinding and bearing down. I was thrown a little bit forward, but not enough to bump my head. We stopped. And then?
WE STARTED ROLLING BACKWARDS.
What the #^*)$%?
My fellow passengers were groaning along with me. What now, MBTA?
A conductor came over the loudspeaker and announced, "Sorry for the inconvenience folks, but we're on the wrong track. We need to go back to the nearest switch."
I? Was PISSED. Here I am, working late, anxious to get home to SEE MY CHILDREN before their bedtime. (I hadn't seen Middle or Baby that morning because they were still sleeping when I left for work.) So if I missed them that night, and they were then still asleep this morning when I left (which they were), that meant I wouldn't be spending ANY time with my boyz. Because of the f*cking incompetence of the MBTA.
So I tweeted about it. And used the hashtag #mbtasucks.
While we proceeded to roll backwards all the way back to the original station where I had gotten on.
When I got home, after 8pm, I immediately went upstairs to kiss the boyz goodnight (thankfully, they were all still awake, so I got to chat with each one of them about their school day). Then I began packing lunches. I stopped to check my email, and there was a note from someone at Channel 7 news in Boston who had seen my tweet (Dooce is to Maytag as Sarah is to the MBTA? Heh.) and wondered if I would be willing to speak with a reporter about the incident.
I replied, saying sure, and gave them my home phone number.
About 5 minutes later, the reporter (Sorboni Banerjee) called. She had actually been on her way to Worcester to cover the story and to interview people getting off at the Worcester station (the final stop) but had gotten caught in traffic. Could she stop by my house to speak with me?
(Thankfully I wasn't yet sporting my nighttime couture of bralessness, face-creme, sloppy ponytail and oversized comfy clothes.)
She and a cameraman arrived in my Trenches around 9pm to interview me. They were really only there about 15 minutes.
(I totally changed my shirt and put on more makeup, by the way. OH YES I DID.)
Here's the link, for your viewing pleasure. (They spelled my last name wrong. Video footage is a link at the top.)
And to be honest? I really didn't even think about what the ramifications would have been if my train hadn't stopped. [Meaning, we would have crashed headfirst into another train.] At the time, I was just really pissed about getting home late. But now that I've had time to absorb all the facts, it makes me shaky. And thankful.
So my Bad Hair Day ended with a cameo on the 11 o'clock news. Doesn't it figure?
P.S. And then? This morning? Yet another incident on my rail line (this was 2 trains after the one I took this morning.) Boy, the MBTA sure has some heavy explaining to do...this is NOT ACCEPTABLE.