Waiting

The commute in to work today went fairly well today until we approached Union Station and the train slowed and agonizingly inched forward. Impatient to get off the train (not so much to get to work though) this ten minutes felt like an eternity. Whenever you have a machine that is capable of high speeds go slower than an easy jog, time always seems to stand still.

Wanting to see what the delay was all about I scoped out the scene and saw nothing. That's right, all the tracks inside Union Station were abandoned. Nary a soul was stirring, at least on the side I was looking at, the side with all but three tracks on it. After straining my neck some, I saw our predicament. There was a train on our track. So we waited outside of Union while the other tracks sat empty. They did eventually fill up, some even emptying again, while we waited but that didn't make me feel any better about the situation. Finally, our number was called, "Seinfeld table for four", and our workday began.