The train was delayed for an hour. Apparently, it had never rained before, ever, and the transit authorities weren’t sure how to respond to precipitation.
Naturally, the train was packed and passengers who weren’t busy violating personal boundaries in the bench seats stood steaming in the aisles. The lights flickered off and on. Funky odors floated through the cars and cranky people harrumphed and grumbled.
And then a voice that sounded like the devil himself came on the intercom and announced that the train was finally ready to leave the station. I mean, maybe the intercom system was just broken. But it sure felt like we were on the train from hell.