As I sit here writing this my shoes are drip-drying on the
vent and my damp socks are keeping my feet cold under my desk. My commute to work did not go as planned. Last night, +Aaron told me he couldn't carpool
today. I decided today would be the day
I would try using Frontrunner to get to work.
It was storming in Salt Lake anyway, so that would keep me off the
roads. After swimming this morning, I
asked Aaron to just drop me off at Trax in Murray since I wasn't ready to brave
the morning crowd on Frontrunner. I
figured the one attempt in the afternoon would be enough.
We traveled on some slick roads and slowed down a couple of
times, but the trip to Murray was pretty uneventful. Once he dropped me off, I had to work my way
through the slush that was created from a major bus depot and lots of
passengers. I missed the train by 20
seconds. I figured it wasn't a big deal
since another one would be along shortly.
My thoughts deceived me as I was there waiting for 25 minutes. The train finally arrived, but we were told
it could only go to 2100 South and we would have to get off the train to take a
shuttle to 1300 South due to an accident.
Since the train was late, it was extremely overcrowded. I was standing in the stairwell, right by the
sign that said, “No Standing on the Stairs.”
They then announced that we would have some stops as each train that got
to 21st South had to come back down the track as there was no way to
go.
I looked at the news on KSL.com to see that a person had
been hit by the train. I felt bad for my
frustrations and hoped he was OK. We
made a couple of stops and then I thought we were approaching 21st South. Well, the approach resulted in 3 stops in the
middle of nowhere as the other trains switched tracks. A moment of claustrophobia set in as I looked
inside the train car to see every spot filled with people from the seats to the
ceiling. I looked outside and saw old
warehouses lining the tracks. I knew the
train could not get through and there was really no place to go. I quickly relaxed and decided to just be
patient. Despite the pedestrian’s
tragedy, my predicament was kind of funny.
We eventually arrived at 21st South, and found
that several trains had arrived before us.
There were crowds of people. I
texted my boss and explained my situation.
He wished me luck and said he’d see me at noon. My guess is there were over 500 people
standing there. We could see the
accident and all the fire trucks and medical personnel. The man was stuck under the train. We watched as they were finally able to pull
him out. Last I heard he’s still breathing,
but in critical condition. He slipped in
the snow and ice and yelled for help, but was too late.
We stood there waiting for the promised shuttles. And we waited and waited. There was a lady in a wheelchair who had positioned
herself for the wheelchair ramp on the bus anticipating it’s arrival. As more trains arrived delivering more
people, she started yelling at everyone to get out of the driveway as the bus
can’t get through. She zoomed around in
her chair ordering everyone to get out of the way. She was kind of annoying about it. Then, this 25 year old woman yells to her, “Lady,
shut up, leave everyone alone. There is
no bus. We’ve been waiting for 45
minutes and there is no bus coming.” I
had to laugh. I agreed completely, no
bus coming, but it’s humorous to watch people in situations like that. After another 20 minutes we were told 4
busses were coming in 4 minutes. Once
they arrived the madness began with people shoving and running over snow banks to
get to the other part of the parking lot where the buses opted to stop. It was a stampede. I decided to hold back and wait for another
option.
No sooner had the busses been filled to capacity and beyond,
then the fire trucks pulled out and the train involved in the accident was on its
way. They then kicked everyone off the
shuttle buses and we all ran towards the platform being careful not to nudge
anyone onto the tracks. As the first
train arrived it was beyond crowded, but people wedged themselves onto it. The same with train number 2. I saw an empty train heading south and
decided to try my luck with going backwards to get on a different train. I don’t know if it was the best choice, but
eventually I was headed north again on a crowded train.
We arrived downtown and found that the streets had not been
plowed, so I enjoyed trudging across South Temple with the same nasty brown
slush. Once I got to my office I
realized how cold me feet were, so my shoes came off. I’m grateful that it wasn't too cold out
otherwise and hoping that the ride home will be better. At the same time I realize why I prefer
driving, and I thought it was just for the conversation with my carpool buddy.


