Daily Archives: March 7, 2018
What I am about to tell you today is a tale passed down for thousands of years, a tale repeated by lords and toddlers alike. It is a tale of great tragedy, a tortured soul finding her redemption through…
– the CURSED AMTRAK RIDE –
Let’s meet our hero, the “Girl” with a dragon… in her skirt.
Some say in the ancient times her kind were hailed as oracles.
Then the journey she took from Washington DC back to Philadelphia must have been the trial of deities.
Year 2018, Washington DC union station.
March 3rd, 5 am.
“All northbound trains are cancelled.” said the station announcement.
– But why? Wasn’t the wind storm yesterday? –
– So I got an early 6 am train ticket and rushed to the station for nothing? –
Despite the sad look on her face, she immediately stood up and walked to the greyhound bus station.
“No north bound buses are leaving here either!!” people further in the line cried out.
Only Rental car left, the patron saint of travelers for when the public transportation goes down.
She immediately draged her luggage toward the neatly placed Hertz, Enterprise and Avis booths.
“Closed” sign on the windows of all three.
She took out her phone and frantically search for a rental car app.
Closest available rental car was an hour away, the trial of deities wouldn’t be solved that easily it seems.
– Please make it stop, this would be too cheesy of a plot even for a zombie apocalypse movie –
She thought to herself, slowly wonder down to the food court and sat down near other stranded travelers.
– I just want to go home –
She thought. No way could she go back to the hotel for another day and risk having the same thing happening again the next day.
She was determined, she would get home even if she had to claw her way back.
Hours had passed, hope and sanity slowly escape the hollow tomb that is DC Union station, joining the howling wind outside.
“Earlier announcement of cancellation was carried over from yesterday by mistake.” a worker said.
Our hero looked up at the message board with her thousand yard stare.
That’s right, the trains haven’t been cancelled! Everything was about 5 hours late and counting but they were indeed not cancelled!
She was a shell of her former self at this point. Barely cared for the news, because she knew her destiny was to simply sit and wait.
– Maybe I belong here in this station, maybe this is my purgatory –
Few more hours had passed. Trains are almost 8 hours behind schedule.
“The trains are moving!” According to Amtrak twitter.
The slowly gathering crowd move with excitement, yet still gaining more stranded travelers as they got stuck at the station.
Our hero in skirt and stockings remains unmoved, sitting quietly and observe the crowd.
– I have seen things you people wouldn’t believe –
– Trees being pulled from root up off the shoulder of I-66 –
– I watched powerless streets glitter in the dark near the Chinatown Gate –
– All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in rain –
– Time to get some snacks at the kiosk-
Because she knew what’s coming ahead, another hour waiting for the train to finally get to DC.
Then another half an hour in the line to board the train.
Then another power outage as the train slowed down to crawling speed as it got closer to Philadelphia.
– I’m finally able to see through the transient world –
– Why should I care that I’m siting and waiting again? –
– If all I’m rushing to is to sit and wait some more. –
She glanced through the train window, looking at the trees blown by the wind. Suddenly felt like the day had gone by without incident.
That’s when she realized it was not over yet.
– But what could it be? The train already arrived and I’m on the taxi to home –
She thought to herself as she looked up food to order on her phone.
Suddenly the taxi rammed into an SUV that ran a stop sign.
– Ahh, so this is the final trial –
She did not panic, for she had reached enlightenment and fully understood her place in the transient world.
Luckily no one was hurt, and the SUV driver knows her mistake.
“I must go.”
Our hero said with conviction, she paid the taxi driver, left her phone number, and put her rolling luggage into a neat stack.
She couldn’t count how many times she had stacked her luggage that day, it was done with perfection that could only be achieved through the trials of deities.
She knew the end of the journey had to be completed on foot, by dragging her own body and luggage through the wind.
And yet there was no tiredness, perhaps it was from the adrenaline rush from the accident, perhaps she has achieved nirvana.
—– The END —–
I hope you have enjoyed all that. I really didn’t know what to think when I finally got home. It was such a long and bizarre journey, just about everything that could go wrong went wrong. Oh and it took two tries and 80 minutes for me to finally got my take out food after I settled down…… It took almost exactly 12 hours in total. The morning train ticket was for 6 am and I got home right around 6 pm on Saturday.
Anyway, I am finally back in Philadelphia in need of some warm cuddles.