Friday mornings are the toughest. I have to get up at quarter to five and be out of the house by quarter to six. I catch the bus to the metro and then the metro to the commuter train station. I take the 6:30 commuter train out to the burbs and start class at 7. Yesterday, I got on the train and was alone in the car. I took a little video which shows how puffy and tired I look at that time of day. Also, it was -22 C (ten below farenheit) which is why steam was rising off the river. Here have a look.
Shortly after the video, we arrived at my stop. The train was running behind so I was already going to be ten minutes late. When the train stopped, the doors made a grinding sound but did not open. What! Wait! So I ran to the other end of the car to exit those doors, but they were also closed. Then I heard the "ding ding ding" which means the doors are closing and the train is leaving. I panicked and started pushing all the (authorized personnel only) buttons, green ones, red ones, yellow ones but nothing happened. The train began to move. "Ahhhh, nooooo, waaaaait!" I said pounding on the doors. Just then, the conductor appeared and I waved at him and screamed, "The doors didn't open!" So he radioed the engineer and restopped the train, unlocked the doors and let me out. It's pretty funny thinking about it now, but not as it was happening.