The Day My Train Left Without Me
We’ve all been there. That panicked scramble down the platform, backpack bouncing, heart pounding like a drum solo. Except, in my case, the only solo happening was the train conductor whistling “So long, sucker!” as the doors hissed shut, leaving me with a face full of exhaust fumes and a rapidly evaporating itinerary.
There I stood, a monument to poor planning and excessive reliance on the “snooze” button. My meticulously planned trip to visit my friend in Chicago was officially…derailed.
Adventures in Alternative Transportation (and Awkward Encounters)
See, missing the train forced me to improvise. Instead of a scenic train ride, I found myself on a Greyhound bus with questionable air conditioning and a soundtrack provided by a snoring gentleman three rows back. Let’s just say it wasn’t exactly the luxurious journey I had envisioned.