This is the second day that there's been trouble on the tracks during my daily MARTA commute. Yesterday I expected it. Every time it rains, it mucks up the works. 'Course the usual rain-related delay is around twenty minutes, whereas I was waiting on platforms—both southbound and eastbound—for just shy of an hour yesterday. But today, the southbound train stopped and the operator announced we might have to turn back. Watched two other southbound trains pass us by (one slowing and stopping alongside us, making me wonder whether they were going to extend ramps for us to cross over on), and I grumbled at myself for not having the good sense to hit snooze one more time or otherwise be slower getting to the MARTA station this morning.
Well, at least it's made me appreciate that my day didn't start out with a fiery-ball-of-twisted-metal deathtrap. That's gotta count for something.