Well, readers, at 9:40 this morning, there were no parking spaces in the near lot. Or the far lot. Or the side lot. Or the lot a half a block away. (You should note, however, that I accurately guessed how long my appointment would take this morning. Doctor-1, BNSF-0)
So, I headed to the next stop on the train route and get a spot on the parking garage. No, I did not mistype. ON the top level of the parking garage. Hey, at least there was a spot. Despite the rush to get a spot and hoof it over to the station, I managed to miss the 9:45 train that was running almost 10 minutes late. The next train wasn't scheduled until 10:45.
Having at least 45 minutes to kill, I stopped off for a coffee and a yogurt. And waited. And waited. As I waited, a slew of high schoolers walked up. My favorite type of train rider! Teenagers headed to the city beach in droves.
The train finally arrived, ten minutes late of course, and I hopped on a car the high schoolers were NOT boarding...to be met by another hive of them!
We've made seven stops so far, and each of them has teens boarding. Squealing teens. Loud, squealing teens. Add to that the tourists (good job being thrifty, seriously-kudos), the families with babies, and the mature set, and it feels like a plane trip to Orlando...with as much leg room.
Next time, I just take the whole day off.
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