A New Era in Commuting Must Dawn Eventually, Mustn't It?

So, we're sitting at Bethpage, doors open, not going anywhere work-wards courtesy of the Bloody Long Island Rail Road.

They undoubtedly have a good reason for holding us prisoner instead of carrying us to work in a timely manner (their sole reason for existing). They've said as much over the P.A. system, a miracle of intra-train communications.

Unfortunately, since the person making the announcements is doing an impersonation of Rod McKuen with laryngitis, and moreover appears to be indulging in seeing how far he can get from the microphone before the little red "I can hear you" light goes off, that reason remains opaque to the paying passengers of the Bloody Long Island Railroad.

Who will all be late for work despite getting up on time.

So that's alright then.