This morning, half my train broke down in between Center City and West Philly. The conductor came through and asked us all to switch cars because they were disconnecting ours. People started getting all riled up and the conductor shouted, “Ok then, you can also just sit in this broke-down car all day!” and turned to me specifically and said “What in the hell is wrong with people?” Exactly.
She was far kinder than the conductor I encountered on Tuesday. Because it had snowed, all the express trains turned into local trains. When I got to 69th Street, four trains pulled up within 30 seconds of each other. I asked one of the conductors, “Excuse me, but which of these trains will be leaving first?” He said, “I’m pretty sure you were standing right here when they all pulled up. Which one did you see arrive first?” I pointed up at the train in front of me. “Riiiight. So, logic tells us that this one will leave first,” he condescendingly snipped back at me. I just put on a giant smile and said “Gee mister, thanks for the information.”
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