I figured I'd have time to eat before Michael and John showed up, maybe even browse in Kepler's a bit. Unfortunately, I didn't know that ten minutes before I arrived an old man had walked in front of my train a few stations up. It was fatal, and the southbound trains were held up for over an hour. There were no announcements, so no one knew how soon the trains might be coming. The crowd built up.
Trains are late, come on and ride the bus.
I abandoned Caltrain without further thought. The crowd duly surged up and around the construction fencing separating the train station from the bus platforms, and climbed aboard. If I'd been in a bad mood I would have hated his attempt to be funny, but I was so thankful to be released from that miserable train station I was kind of amused. But the best part was my hair no longer gets in my face when I sleep because it's four inches shorter. Someone you know writes a book.