The past few days have seen a flurry of transportation related problems that have left me slightly exasperated, but mostly
nonplussed (Oxford English Dictionary: "Brought to a nonplus or standstill; at a nonplus; perplexed; embarrassed" just to clear things up). First
was Saturday, when Ho Ying's driver side windshield wiper malfunctioned in the middle of the endless rainstorm, resulting in a harrowing drive
back to Queens. Given, it was a lot more harrowing for him, and the day was later redeemed, but it fits the pattern nonetheless. Sunday, on the
train back from band practise in New Jersey, a train ahead of us malfunctioned and somehow caused the rails to lose power. We were stuck in the
tunnel, somewhere under Weehawken, for nearly 3 hours. At one point near the end of it, the lights and air conditioning suddenly came back on to
exuberant applause. We continued to sit still though, and the conductor announced that we were still awaiting further instructions. "Just fucking
go!" someone shouted. Then everything went back off. Eventually we backed out of the tunnel we were in, and went in another tunnel to get to Penn
Station. The experience was certainly made more unpleasant by the loud snoring of the man across from me during the entire ordeal, and by the
periodic vomiting of a 20-something passenger in the bathroom right behind Snoring Man. A good thing happened during this time though, I started
writing lyrics again, decent ones that mean something.
Today was more of a trio of small mishaps. First, I missed my intended train back from band practise and had to wait an
extra 50 minutes. Next, I fell asleep on the train with a Coke in my hand, and spilled it all over my jacket, shirt, and pants. Yes, all my
clothing got its fair dosage. Last, the train inexplicably repeated the actions of the previous night, only without the 3 hour wait. It entered
the tunnel, stopped and sat for several minutes, and then backed out a long way and went in another entrance. I would follow the bass player's
lead and boycott them, but oh yes, I don't have a choice.
Of course by writing this entry now I'm sort of assuming that nothing else will happen, and therefore this was the best
time to write it. So if something else does happen, the misfortune will be compounded by the ruining of my neat and tidy complaint entry. But I
have a solution, if something bad happens I simply won't write about it.
P.S. I just noticed there was another pattern in these three days, of something good happening as well (the first day it was
a great meal at Checkers and some great fun blowing things up with firecrackers). Except there wasn't really anything for today. The best thing
about today was some good Chicken fingers from a place called Ta-Ta's Pizza, where the bags are from Miami Subs and the napkins are from Nathan's.
So, oh well.