It seemed that no matter how I tried yesterday, I could not get to work on time. Memorial weekend passed and I stumbled to the F train as usual. I first noticed something strange as well dressed women in polite work wear began exiting my station. This, while commonplace after 5, was unusual for 8:20 in the morning.
!(photo)http://www.upthetree.com/wp-uploads/IMG_2635.jpg(F train entrance)!
“It’s not running” one woman exclaimed while walking passed me.
Unfortunately where I live in Brooklyn, near Park Slope, is almost completely inaccessible without the F train’s help. A young man approached me flummoxed. “Well how do we get to Manhattan from here?” _here_ meaning the middle of nowhere. I calmly explained to the young man that the bus was probably his best bet and he thanked my suggestion and walked away bewildered.
It took a brisk one and a half mile walk to reach the R train on 4th street to get to work at all, as the bus had been converted into a shuttle which was continuously full of angry commuters from stations further away from Manhattan than mine.
Apparently a service train derailed causing the huge delays and my unexpected workout.