Friday, February 20

Thirteen was a lucky number today

For the first time this week I took my usual trains in the morning, namely the shuttle from Medford and then the 6:56 from Ronkonkoma to Flatbush Avenue.  I was pleased to see that the 6:56 was an M-3 consist, though I had to go into three cars before finding one with an available single seat.  It was an uneventful ride until Hicksville, when a huge number of people boarded.  Enough to take the relatively few remaining seats, fill the vestibules, and partly fill the aisle.  Something had to be going on, and sure enough the conductor then announced that we were taking on passengers from an earlier train that had become disabled.  It must’ve been a Huntington train because we make unscheduled stops at Westbury and Carle Place.  More people boarded at those stops and made the car even more crowded.  I figured that because the disabled train was probably one that was supposed to go to Penn instead of Brooklyn, most of the people would get off at Jamaica to transfer to Penn Station trains.  And that’s exactly what happened.  Not that the crowding really mattered to me, of course, what with the single seat.  The two extra stops didn’t add much to the running time, and thanks to a very short wait for a 4 express at Atlantic Avenue I got into work at about the normal time.

I had a somewhat longish wait for a 3 at Fulton after work, somewhere in excess of five minutes, but as I was planning on getting the 5:41 to Ronkonkoma time wasn’t really an issue.  The train was fairly crowded, and an M-7 consist, fortunately a woman of no more than average size sat next to me and I wasn’t squished as would have been the case with an elephantine SCA.  As we headed through Queens I noticed one of the conductors rushing quite quickly down the aisle into the next car.  There were a couple of announcements on the PA about the fourth car.  What was going on?  I then heard something highly unwelcome, namely that there was a “passenger needing medical attention” in the fourth car.  Any passengers with medical training were asked to report to that car.  In most cases, a passenger who needs medical attention is either (a) not really sick, just a little under the weather, or (b) dead.  There’s hardly anything in the middle.  A few minutes later we stopped at Jamaica, not a scheduled stop for the 5:41, and the conductor announced that we would be waiting for medical attention to arrive.  I glanced at my cell phone and took note of the time. Would the delay be 20 minutes?  A half-hour?  Even longer?  Being it a Friday afternoon, I figured that it would be a long delay.  I even had a highly uncharitable thought, namely that if the sick passenger didn’t actually die, I’d murder him!  As things turned out, my homicidal intentions remained untested, because after a lucky 13 minutes we got underway.  That’s much shorter of a delay than it could have been.  It was an uneventful ride the rest of the way to Ronkonkoma and the shuttle.

Gym: After yesterday’s mediocre performance, a rest day was in order, so that’s what I did.

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