Today I was at the streetcar stop promptly at 8:30 am. Under normal circumstances, this allows for plenty of time to get to work. But there is nothing normal about the King line. Six (6!) jam-packed cars rolled by me today before I could cram myself into one at 9:10 am. I waited for more than a half an hour and I was really late for work.
I have no excuse. I know that about half of the time this will happen. The other half of the time, the cars come one right after another â€” almost like a train â€” and I can usually get into one.
I know I should leave earlier. But I can’t get my mind around the fact that it can take almost an hour to travel such a short distance. I suppose I could walk but it’s not quite walking distance (for me anyway).
The only good news is that I won’t be living on the King line forever. That day can’t come too soon.