I never do that! I am a Virgo, and I never get on the wrong anything. Well, I have gotten onto the wrong guy, but I never get on the wrong train.
I will split the blame between Metra and myself. I admit it, I am stuck in my regular train routine. I am used to hopping onto the train on the right track when I am leaving Millennium station. Also, I am used to leaving on track four!!! I had a massage client the last night, which means that I had to catch a different train on a different track. It was announced that my train was on track five, and track five and six are opposite each other. And wouldn’t you know it, I hopped onto the train that was to the right–track six!! Ach!
In February of 2012, Metra increased their fares 27 percent. Yes, you heard/read that right, 27 percent. My monthly train ticket went from $116 to $150. Do you realize what this increase can do to a student, let alone the average worker. I am still angry about this. And Metra’s reason for raising fares boiled down to “we need to build capital.” Too bad they haven’t put any capital into their announcement system!!!
Which points me to the part where I blame Metra for my train snafu. When one gets onto a train, before you pull off from the station, there is a speaker system that announces what train you are on. Well, lately, this system has been working about 65 percent of the time–if that. Further, the Blue Island train goes in the same direction as my regular train. So every time I looked out of the window it seemed as if I was going in the right direction. But all of a sudden I looked up…well you know the rest of the story. I got on the wrong damn train!
I had a plan! I was supposed to get onto a certain train in order to get home so that the pug wouldn’t get lonely. But I ended up in freakin’ Blue Island! I have never been to Blue Island. But as soon as we pulled into the station, I saw a name highlighted in blue, “Metro South.” I’ve heard this name many times because my mother has friends that work at this hospital.
My mother worked at Michael Reese Hospital for 37 years before Daley decided to have it shut down for the Olympics. Yes, my mother’s job evaporated into thin air because Daley was desperate to have the Olympics come to Chicago, and we all know how that panned out.
There have been many friends, as well as foes, of Daley Sr. and Jr. I am a foe of Daley Jr. My family was personally affected by one of his decisions.
My mother went on to work for a different hospital on the west side of Chicago. This turned out to be a bad experience for her, and she ended up retiring. My mother wanted to continue to work, but working in her new position proved to be an abusive experience, so she was compelled to retire. And some of her comrades from Michael Reese moved on to positions at Metro South Hospital in Blue Island.
Now, when my mother talks about her friends that work at Metro South, I will know exactly what she is talking about. And from today on, I will try to catch the right train.