Last night I had every intention of making it to band on time and with my instrument in tow. I wanted to leave work around 5:45 to catch the 6:03 train but a crisis that I needed to manage came up. At 5:55, I realized that the entire engineering team was looking into the bug (which at no point, was it my area to fix) and I could probably catch the 6:13. I walked slowly, taking the slightly-longer route so I could buy a paper on the other end of the platform. At 6:06 I approach the platform and see that a train is there. It must be going north, I think and might have even said to myself aloud. Then it pulled away, going SOUTH, my direction? Huh?

Figuring that the 6:03 was late, I meander the rest of the way to the platform. At around 6:14, a train approaches. I think cool, my train's here. Then the train didn't stop, just whizzed by me at a high rate of speed. I joined my fellow passengers in waving my arms in disgust. After 10 more minutes (now 6:25) I call my friends at Caltrain (here's a little shout out to operator #27) who tell me that, inexplicably, train 76 is ahead of train 78 and everything is 20 minutes off.

My train finally arrives at 6:30 and I miss band.