Rain, rain...

[mamadeb]

My normal route to work is this: Take the Coney Island Ave bus to the end of the run, and then take the F train one stop.

My normal wait for a train is five minutes, and the ride is less than one, so it's faster than walking.

This morning, I was down there waiting for over a half hour before I gave up and walked - a half hour late for work, too. It's a ten minute walk from there - a very pleasant one in nice weather, so if I have time, I do it. Today, of course, it was pouring buckets.

My skirt and the left sleeve of my shirt are still soaked, and my feet are wet.

Turns out the F trains weren't running in that way. I saw three go in the opposite direction. If there had been an announcement, I would have walked sooner and not been so late. Ah, well.

Comments

[sistermagpie.livejournal.com]

I was woken up this morning by the rain. It was pouring through my ceiling onto my head.

I intend to complain about this to as many people as I can complain to today.

[mamadeb.livejournal.com]

Ack! Yeah, complaining is warranted. Much, much sympathy.

[miss-porcupine.livejournal.com]

After a 2km walk, I was met with an LIRR station under water (literally) and news that the F was out from Jamaica to Forest Hills, thus depriving me of my alternate route (and a half-hour bus ride to get to Jamaica). Thankfully, Boss is letting me work from home today. I got back to the house with my skirt soaked from calf to above the knee.